Chapter 31.
Miss James hesitated, then clicked her fingers in the direction of Stewart. He
hurried over in response to the summons and was told remove her tie and shirt
and then to stand by to assist her, should she need him.
Having removed her tie he slowly unbuttoned her uniform shirt. He pulled it out
of the tight skirt waistband and, moving to her rear, slipped it off her
shoulders pulling it clear of her body. She was wearing the latest breast
support that had been demonstrated the previous evening. It certainly did leave
at least three-quarters of her large breasts totally bare yet it provided
considerable support to the underside so that they were thrust apart and
forward. Despite their size and weight the new bra kept the undersides just
clear of the chest. As she moved towards Harper, with Stewart following like an
obedient puppy, her breasts only nodded slightly in response to her movements.
To the male and several of the female guests, the display of what were two sets
of over-large mammaries caused some considerable head swinging as eyes switched
from one pair to the other as if at a tennis match. As soon as she reached her
victim Miss James commenced a careful examination of Harper's wet naked breasts
to ensure that both had been adequately swabbed with antiseptic, then, turning
to the female doctor, suggested that Harper be fitted with an oral bit.
The older of the two nurses located the device on one of the equipment boards.
She dipped it briefly in the bowl of antiseptic then, from a position behind the
woman, reached round, forced the dripping leather tube between her teeth and
strapped it behind her head pulling it tight into the now gaping jaws. Harper
spluttered in protest as the foul tasting liquid entered her mouth. It was
apparent that its purpose was to protect her teeth rather than to muffle her in
any way. The Punishment room was, after all soundproofed, and she would only be
assaulting the eardrums of those present.
Harper's trembling had now become visible. Her breasts could be seen quivering
as their owner's fear was transmitted to them.
Miss James took up position to the right of the secured female and glanced at
the Governess. The total silence of the room was broken by her sharp command:
"Commence punishment, sixteen strokes to each breast."
Miss James half turned away, raised her right hand holding the flogger over her
shoulder, raised herself on tip-toe.... and...brought the whip whirring down
across the upper surface of Harper's naked right breast. It impacted with a
loud thwuck that sent a shiver of fear though every woman present. The target
flexed and swayed as it absorbed the impact and a half-scream forced its way
though the leather gag. Almost immediately the stroke was repeated three more
times. Each time Miss James, used not only her full arms reach, but also put her
not inconsiderable weight behind it to ensure that the thongs lashed in with
full force. It might be the Governess' idea to use a lightweight whip but she
would do her utmost to make each stroke count.
When the breast had stopped its jelly like wobbling, it could be seen that the
upper surface was covered in reddening small weals where the tips had hit.
Harper was left gasping. It seemed as if all the breath had been knocked out of
her, which, in a way was true as the weight of the flogger in Miss James's hands
had been felt right though her chest. Her eyes were wide and looking imploringly
at the wardress for help.
Without success.
Miss James shifted her feet slightly to change her position and aiming point.
The next four strokes were aimed at the inner side of the right breast from the
nipples to the centre of her chest. The flogger was brought in a motion parallel
with the ground from behind the wardress gathering speed and landing on the
softer inner flesh with a muffled thwuck each time. Again four strokes were laid
on leaving the inner cleavage marked and stinging. Again the soft breast was
forced to flatten and swing as it absorbed each lash and even the constrained
breasts of the wardress were swinging in unison as her body pivoted around to
put her weight behind the whip.
Miss James nodded at the younger nurse who, slipping on a thick leather glove,
stood in front of Harper. Grasping her right nipple she hefted the breast until
the entire underside was exposed. To the women in the audience this was known to
be the most sensitive and vulnerable part of a large heavy udder. Several of
them were clutching their own busts protectively.
Taking careful aim, Miss James let the thong tips rest on the floor behind her,
then brought them up with a final flick to hit the soft underside. As each
struck home the nipple was snatched upwards out of the nurses grasp and then the
breast came flopping down onto Harper's chest. Harper grunted each time and her
frightened eyes remained fixed to the implement following its movements.
The contrast between the breasts was now remarkable. The right almost covered in
angry short weals and the left still a vulnerable white. Harper moans could be
clearly heard. Her entire upper body was bathed in sweat.
Similarly, the torso of the wardress was also visibly damp but in her case from
the total effort that she was putting into the thrashing. She stood imperiously
nodding down to her breasts. Stewart grasped a small towel from a stand and
stood in front of her.
"Wipe me down Boy." She commanded.
He started by wiping the towel around her face and neck. She then she turned to
face the audience. Her wide muscular back was presented to him. He carefully
wiped it from the shoulders to the waist, acutely aware of how the scent of
disinfectant in the room was being replaced by that of raw female sweat. She
turned to face him. First he wiped down her arms, taking care to rub the profuse
under-arm hair dry, then, as carefully as he could, ran the damp towel over each
large breast in turn taking extra care on the underside where the mounds sagged
over the new bra cups. Finally he wiped round her firm stomach.
Methodically Miss James transferred the whip to her left hand and gave Stewart
her right one. He gently rubbed the towel over it and between her fingers and
then took the whip from her grasp to wipe the leather handgrip. He could not
help but run the rubber thongs through the towel aware that this moisture was
from Harper's breasts.
Miss James changed sides. Hope rose in Harper's mind, fighting against the pain
from the sore breast, and the feeling of total humilation: could it be that Miss
James was reducing the punishment?
A savage lash across the top of her left breast took her mind off thoughts of
leniency and brought her back to reality. Three more to the same place had her
struggling to turn, to move away, to protect these sensitive agonised parts of
her femininity from any more pain. The construction of the breast frame was
designed to prevent that type of antic and held her firmly.
The inner side of the breast was flogged then the underside was dealt with as
before. Harper's hopes were raised that the punishment was now over as she
braced against the frame desperately trying to absorb the pain from what felt
like two swinging sacks of agony.
Certainly Stewart was called forward, and, with a fresh towel, wiped the running
sweat of exertion from the wardress. She didn't need to raise her arms this time
for the raw smell of sweat to reach his nostrils. As he wiped her down he
speculated again at the injustice of the prisoners being punished for the
slightest infringement of their personal hygiene and yet the warders could be as
casual as they wished on the subject.
Miss James stood directly in front of her victim. "The implement of punishment
may have changed, Harper. But Dr Hargreave's recommendation to give those large
aureoles of yours a little bit of special attention hasn't. Eight strokes to go
I believe, more than enough to satisfy that request. I intend that you will
really feel these Harper."
She raised the whip over her left shoulder and, swinging around her hips,
brought it whirring across the breasts from left to right lashing the outer side
of the right breast. On the backstroke the outer side of the left breast was
struck. Harper was unable to tell which was hurting her more, the pain from the
stinging rubber lashes or the deeper ache from her large swollen breasts being
flung form one side of her chest to the other. Again the vicious lash from the
right then the left.
Miss James then moved back to the prisoner's right for two heavy lashes across
the aureole of the right breast, rapidly changing sides to complete the flogging
with two across the left breast. All four strokes landed on the sensitive
puckered brown skin and it's engorged nipple, first flattening the soft breast
then dragging itself clear across the sensitised flesh. Each time Harper tried
to scream but the breath had been knocked out of her and she could only manage a
guttural gasp.
Harper slumped against her supports as much as possible. Her breasts throbbed
and ached but even more her very body felt totally broken by the savage
discipline. The weals were slowly turning a purple colour and both breast aerole
were swollen and glowing a bright red. She sobbed softly, this was by far the
most painful beating she had received but this had been on her breasts, the very
centre of her femininity...and she had been powerless to protect herself.
"Nurse, please remove the bit, Ladies and Gentlemen, please come forward for
examination and any questions that you may have for the prisoner" Miss James
announced to the room.
The visitors formed an orderly line to examine Harper. The first was a
distinguished looking man in his early sixties. Without hesitation he cupped the
hanging breasts with both hands and lifted them roughly turning them this way
and that to look at the marking. Holding them firmly he squeezed his fingers
tightly around the wealed flesh.
"First time that you have had these whipped?" he enquired.
"Y..yes Sir." Harper replied wincing.
He dropped both of them with a slap against her chest and transferred his grip
to the nipples, lifting them up on the pretext of further checking, pulling
against the weight of the breasts themselves.
"You seemed to complain even more when these bits were hit, surely they can't be
that sensitive?" as he spoke he gripped even tighter and twisted the swollen
throbbing discs. Harper threw her head back against the frame. Her eyes were
wide and looking up to her left; her teeth were bared as she forced herself to
accept the pain and indignity without answering back.
" Sorry Sir, but the nipples and surrounds...are...very sensitive and painful...
they hurt terribly." She stuttered, hoping desperately that he would show some
mercy and release her.
He did, but only after a minute in which he increased the grip and the twisting.
He stared into her eyes hoping for some rebellion that could be complained about
but Harper bared her teeth and hung on until he released her. His hands were
rapidly replaced by a lady guest's scraping finger nails, then another's cold
hands with her large rings turned inward so that they could be dragged across
the weals and nipples in an apparently sympathetic display of gently stroking
the whipped breasts.
A couple in their twenties were next. They grasped a breast each and proceeded
to examine and compare them for size and then marks. The female had a less
savage grip than her boyfriend but made sure that her talon like nails were used
to grip the large slippery breast as she twisted and turned it. Her boyfriend
then copied her movements as both breasts were lifted, twisted, pulled outwards
and then down as they were inspected.
" They look hardly marked," said the female, " I presume all this face screwing
up is a bid to gain our sympathy. I came to the last breast punishment session
here and believe me, when they get the cane across tits like this they really
feel it. She would have been screaming if we gripped them tightly."
So saying she gave the right breast a final savage squeeze and dropped it back
to the chest. Her boyfriend quickly did the same causing Harper to yell out
aloud.
"The prisoner will remain SILENT during examination!" snapped Miss James loudly.
It took a full ten minutes of further pain, groping and humiliation before
Harper was unstrapped and allowed to take a seat in the holding cell. She sat
there clutching her breasts protectively, gently trying to massage the pain
away.
The room emptied, Stewart and his squad were left to clean up and replace all
the equipment. All the females were subdued and thoughtful as they wiped the
frame down where the victims sweat had left it damp.
But, for one member of the squad there were other plans:
Following Daley's earlier accident she had been sent to the squad's punishment
room to await the pleasure of Miss Kenton. She in turn had managed a discrete
word with the Governess. It seemed that the young girl who had been involved was
the daughter of a local businessman. He himself wasn't there but his wife was
and Mrs Gurney had an important meeting scheduled with her in the afternoon.
Unlike the political people who merely gave out the Government monies, this lady
could pass on the very real and immediate money that her husband made. From what
the Governess had heard, he was delighted to let his bossy overweight wife and
spoilt daughter write cheques as they wished, provided that kept them off his
back.
The absence of the daughter would provide a perfect opportunity for Mrs Gurney
to screw the largest possible cheque from the woman whilst her daughter was kept
amused by Judith Kenton. Having reassured the lady that Daley would be dealt
with it was an easy task to convince her that her daughter should be allowed to
observe as part of the Centre's apology to her. It was the lady's own
suggestion that "Charlotte" be allowed to assist as an afternoon's diversion
for her.
Miss Kenton suggested that Charlotte accompany her to meet Daley. Charlotte was
tall, with her long fair hair fastened in a formal bun behind her head. She was
slim with small breasts and an attractive if somewhat horsey face with a large
nose. On the walk over to the block Miss Kenton went to great lengths to placate
the young girl. The last thing she was going to mention was any reference to the
stupid female's own fault in causing the accident. It was after, all the sort of
injustice that Daley and the others just had to learn to accept.
" Well, what can I say other than we view this sort of event as tantamount to
insolence. The fact that you are a guest of the Centre makes it even more
embarrassing for us. The Governess has given me carte blanche so any normal
restrictions to my powers of punishment need not concern us. I think I can
guarantee that we will be making this prisoner a very contrite woman indeed. I
take it that you have no experience at disciplining servants or suchlike?"
Charlotte pouted. "No, unfortunately! I get constantly irritated by the way the
stable girls seem to be totally incapable of following my instructions, I only
wish that I could lay a crop across their backsides. It would certainly sharpen
them up a bit. It certainly works when I lay the crop on one of the horses."
She then glanced hopefully in Miss Kenton's direction. Miss Kenton smiled
broadly and continued:
" This could be a very interesting afternoon for you. My basic plan is that she
will have to be punished for her error, but there will be numerous opportunities
for us to amuse ourselves at her expense whilst we consider the form and
severity of that punishment. Can I take it that you have no inhibitions about
handling a female prisoner should it be necessary?"
"Let's just say that I have just spent seven years in a girls boarding school
and leave it at that." Charlotte laughed.
Meanwhile, in the punishment room, Daley awaited Miss Kenton's arrival.
She stood, at attention, on the small white painted disc; the designated place
for prisoners whose only instruction had been to "wait in the punishment room."
She had been there for an hour with her arms, shoulders and legs becoming stiff.
She had no idea whether Miss Kent's arrival would be in several seconds or
several hours, neither did she have any idea of what she would be subjected to
when she arrived. All she knew was that she was in deep trouble and that the
last thing she should do was to make it any worse by not being in position when
she arrived. She was correct in her assumption that a CCTV camera was observing
her, but whether the actual screen that displayed the image of her was being
viewed she had no idea.
She stared at her reflection in a full-length mirror. She hardly recognised the
25 year old female that stared back. Her 5' 4'' frame was dressed in the
regulation and humiliating uniform of a schoolgirl, made even more humiliating
by her matronly bosom that seemed overlarge even for her slightly podgy figure.
The shirt was stained where the hot coffee had spilt all over her front running
down to her skirt. Anxiously she scanned her reflection to check that every rule
she could think of had been complied with. The tie was straight and tight to her
collar; all the buttons on her shirt were fastened; her skirt was the regulation
distance above her knees. She reached under her skirt and released the tight
white panties that had bunched themselves into her crotch area realising that
she would soon need to take a chance and visit the toilet
Noticing that the skirt had slipped slightly she gripped her waistband and was
pulling it up when....
"I thought I told you to be at attention GIRL!!!" came the furious sound of Miss
Kenton's voice.
Daley snapped back to the attention, all too aware that the hour or so spent in
that position had been frittered away by the slip of a few seconds. She had
hoped to prevent the situation getting worse for herself but now realised that
she had given the young wardress yet another opportunity.
"As you well know Daley, this is the young lady that you so stupidly bumped
into. The Governor has asked me personally to ensure that she leaves the Centre
with the impression that you are suitably sorry for your carelessness. How I
achieve that has been left to my own discretion, but it might warn you that the
normal restrictions for my rank do not apply in your case. This won't be a
gentle three strokes of a strap my girl."
"Present!"
Daley snapped to the ordered position. Miss Kenton stood in front of her with
Charlotte.
" This is the position a prisoner takes up when we intend to inspect her. As you
can see the entire body may well be clothed but essentially it is available for
examination. No matter how embarrassing this procedure may get I can almost
guarantee that she won't dare to impede us by moving or bringing her hands down.
Run your hands all over her and satisfy yourself that she remains in position."
Charlotte stood close to Daley. She was far taller than the prisoner was and
much slimmer. She looked into the older female's eyes and found herself flushing
with excitement at the thought of having her totally in her power. She then
reached towards her with her palms open and ran her hands over her shoulders,
under her arm pits feeling the slight dampness and then around her arms until
she reached the girl's hands. Next she reached behind to gently stroke her back,
standing so close that her breasts were almost touching Daley's face. Bringing
her hands forward she increased the pressure as her hands again rubbed against
the damp armpits and slid down to the waist.
She sensed and heard Daley sigh with relief that this was not going to be a
personal examination and that her breasts were to to be left alone. She allowed
almost thirty seconds of relaxation before suddenly placing both of her palms
firmly against the prisoner's breasts.
Daley flinched with shock but maintained position. Charlotte cupped both of her
shirt-encased breasts, lifting and palpating them thoughtfully. She would later
admit that she was surprised by their size and firmness, given that her own were
relatively small. The stain from the coffee was still moist to the touch and had
obviously soaked through to the brassiere. The nipples were already swelling
under the young girl's fingertips. To add to Daley's embarrassment; Charlotte
grasped them firmly, looking into the prisoner's eyes.
"Have you had your breasts whipped yet?" she asked in a mock tone of sympathy.
"No Miss" replied Daley starting to sense that this young bitch was enjoying her
position of power.
"Collected any Breast Related Demerits yet?" she continued increasing the grip
on the now engorged nipples to the point that Daley was starting to fidget.
"Nnno Miss, none". Stuttered the now grimacing woman.
With a final sharp twist Charlotte released her grip and turned towards Miss
Kenton.
"I understand from what the Governor said, that a BRD can be awarded for a dirty
bra. I think we had better check for ourselves."
Miss Kenton, delighted that her young friend was learning so quickly,
complimented her on her knowledge of the rules and then ordered Daley to remove
her tie and shirt, place them on an adjacent table and return to the spot and
assume the "present" again.
In a flurry of activity Daley followed the orders and stood rigidly at the
present. Her bra was indeed soiled. The coffee had soaked into the right cup but
the left was also stained. Her flesh, where exposed, was a bright pink from the
near boiling liquid and looked sore and tender.
Again, Charlotte played with the two protrusions in the bra material that were
formed by the prisoner's excited nipples, gripping each tightly and shaking
firmly to cause the breasts to ripple in response.
"It seems so unfortunate that we have to award a BRD for this bra," continued
Charlotte in a whining sarcastic voice " Her breasts seem to have been made
really sore by all that hot coffee and the thought of having to take the whip
over them must be really awful."
"Not our problem," retorted Miss Kenton, "Our policy here is never to accept
excuses, her bra is soiled so she gets a BRD...unless of course..." her voice
tailed off.
Charlotte was intrigued and pressed for an explanation. Miss Kenton told her
that some wardresses when awarding a BRD would give the option of an unofficial
breast punishment instead. If the prisoner was prepared to accept what they
referred to as a "Breast Spanking" the whole thing could be forgotten about.
This usually consisted of giving each breast a number of swats with perhaps a
hand or a table-tennis bat and, whilst rather unpleasant, could at least delay
the sort of formal breast whipping that they had seen earlier.
" I feel pretty badly about the way this slut has behaved today and I would be
more than happy for you to carry out the punishment if you wish." Miss Kenton
concluded. "Let's put it on her slate as it were- and deal with it later."
Daley was left out of the conversation. She had to just stand there and hear her
breasts being discussed. Miss Kenton however was more than aware that a
discussion was not necessary, as any prisoner in her right mind would jump at
the choice.
Charlotte continued with her examination of the female. She ordered her to
remove her bra and resume the position. An area of pink flesh extended over the
right breast and ran down to the waistband that indicated the area splashed by
the coffee. It was obviously far from being a burn, but as Charlottes scraping
nails revealed it was non-the less, super sensitive.
The prisoner's breasts were indeed firm, and the removal of their supporting
brassiere resulted in virtually no sagging. Charlotte ran her fingertips under
the breasts where they scarcely touched her chest. More of these beauties later,
she thought, stepping back. She glanced at Miss Kenton who nodded her assent and
Charlotte gave her next order:
"Skirt off girl, let's have a look at your knickers."
Blushing, Daley unfastened her short uniform skirt and removed it. The coffee
stain had soaked down to the waistband of the tight white regulation panties. It
still felt damp as Charlotte ran her finger around the waistband pulling it
clear of the pinkened skin so that she could look inside. Her investigations
were cut short by a furious outburst from Miss Kenton directed at the hapless
prisoner.
" Not only do you offend our guests Daley, but you also seem intent on flouting
the rules concerning the cleanliness of your uniform. This offence would
normally be dealt with by the Governor in a formal punishment, however, I will
have to punish you and I intend that you should suffer for your carelessness and
stupidity. Strip off your panties, hand them to Miss Charlotte for inspection
and then remove your stockings and suspender belt."
Daley struggled out of her underwear, placed the stockings on the table with her
other clothing. She then held her panties in both hands as she had been trained,
so that the crotch was open and exposed to the young girl for her inspection.
Charlotte stared intently hoping to find fault but was disappointed by the
cleanliness of the material.
The coffee stain, however, was sufficient cause for Miss Kenton. She ordered
Daley back to the "present" and stood, with Charlotte at her side, on front of
her.
"The soiled panties will require a punishment to be inflicted, but before we
progress any further Charlotte, perhaps you would like to satisfy yourself that
the hot coffee has not caused any burns that we cannot immediately see. Please
feel free to thoroughly examine the prisoner using any equipment that you
consider necessary. Naturally you will wish to wear a pair of latex gloves."
Charlotte could not believe her luck. Here stood an older female totally
available for her to taunt, tease or torment as she wished. She slowly donned
the gloves that she had been handed.
" Im afraid Daley," she almost whispered," that this will have to be a rather
personal and embarrassing examination. I have little experience in this field so
you may find this uncomfortable and distressing, but it has to be done. Climb up
on that table!"
The naked prisoner climbed, as elegantly as any naked female could, onto the
steel covered inspection bench. Neither Daley nor Miss Charlotte was aware that
it was the very same table that Stewart had found himself on the previous day.
Miss Kenton had heard how convenient the device was and asked that it be moved
into her domain. Miss Kenton secured Daley's head in the dog collar that held
her neck between the uprights as if she were a bitch awaiting the attentions of
a veterinary doctor. Daley's wrists were secured above her head level but, for
the time being, the other straps were left unfastened. With the hands secured
just above head level, Daley's breasts were left hanging freely just clear of
the cold steel surface. The position of the prisoner's head, slightly lower than
her shoulders ensured that her buttocks were thrust up and her entire
hindquarters were presented in a lewd and humiliating manner.
Miss Charlotte walked slowly around the inspection table, her heels clicking on
the floor of the punishment room. She held her glove encased hands behind her
back as she looked over her victim from all angles taking in the hanging breasts
and indecently splayed crotch wondering if her own, most intimate lips gaped so
shamelessly if they were displayed in that manner.
Again she circled as Daley, although accepting the inevitable, became
increasingly nervous.
She stopped and advance upon the prisoner from the side.It was to be the
breasts.
Daley was unable to turn her constrained head to see what was happening. The
first thing she felt was the rubbery feel of Miss Charlottes left hand reaching
underneath her breasts to gently brush each nipple with the palm of her hand.
When the nipples were involuntarily erect the young girl leant her right hand
over her back; her left under her chest and simultaneously gripped both nipples
between her finger and thumbs then shaking them firmly causing the hanging
udders to ripple in response.
Daley gritted her teeth and tried to absorb the pain as the nipples were shaken
and her breasts shook. Charlotte had always hated her fellow schoolgirls who
were as well endowed as this prisoner, always hated the way that they flaunted
their naked breasts in front of her and their dismissive remarks about her own
"gnat bites". Now was the time to get even. She shook and shook with Daley now
gasping with the pain until her wrists became tired and she finally released her
with a savage extra squeeze.
Both girls were left panting, Daley with pain and Miss Charlotte with exertion
and not a little sexual excitement. Her gloved finger was then placed at Daley's
neck and slowly dragged down the length of her spine. As it reached the buttock
crease she hesitated and then slowly brought it down between the tight cheeks to
a point just above the prisoner's anus.
Miss Kenton recognised Charlotte's technique. Firstly give the victim orders so
that she begins to realise that she is under someone's control, then slowly run
the hands and fingers over each and every secret and sensitive part of the body
to establish the total right to do whatever you wish to her.
Charlotte's finger continued its travel downwards. She ordered the prisoner to
spread her legs and at the same time firmly pressed the fingertip into the
puckered anus. She pressed just firmly enough to cause Dally to grunt softly
then moved down to cup, firmly but gently, the prisoner's pubic mound. In truth
Charlotte felt nervous herself but also realised that she would have the
opportunity to continue the exploration later.With a quick furtive stroke of her
second finger to the gap in the vulval lips, she withdrew her hand and stepped
back.
Miss Kenton walked over to the bench and unstrapped the confused female,
ordering her to her feet. The time had come, in her view, for Daley to receive
her punishment.
She led Charlotte over to the racks of equipment. The canes, straps, crops and
clamps.
"Let's see Charlotte, so far your only experience in laying on a punishment has
been with a riding crop on one of your horses?"
Charlotte confirmed the fact adding that she had been known around the stables
for being prepared to lay the crop on hard. She excitedly unhooked one of the
slimmer, longer crops with a short knotted tassel at the tip.
"I always preferred one like this as it could be made to whistle beautifully,"
she said, " and of course, the thinner the shaft the more it must sting. I also
found that the tassel could be useful to give the dangler a sharp flick or two
if it started to erect!"
Miss Kenton smiled and said that she would have to meet the male prisoner they
had in the centre as he could certainly do with her attention in that area. In
the meantime she agreed with Charlottes choice of equipment as being suitable to
inflict sufficient pain on the offender but also an item in which she was well
experienced.
" I hope that you are feeling energetic Charlotte, because it is now time for
you to work out your annoyance on the hide of this prisoner. Now, where shall we
start?"
To be continued.
