In A Cage

Ms Mukta, and her husband master Simon sir, love watching prisoner-slaves being publicly punished in a cage in the town square – as, indeed, do many of the free citizenry of the Gynarchy.

Here we see Ms Mukta pointing at, and laughing at, one such hapless prisoner as he hangs by his wrists in a cage waiting to be whipped. His gaoler is already standing next to him inside the cage with a coiled up, brown leather whip in his strong hand.

Meanwhile, to the left of the cage, a Gynarchy magistrate master-sir, looking resplendent in his smart top hat, stands next to his Asian girlfriend as both revel in the sight of the suspended slave awaiting his painful punishment. The magistrate master-sir has just been explaining to his lovely girlfriend that it was he who had passed sentence upon the prisoner slave of 45 lashes in the public cage – though he can’t for the life of him recall what crime the prisoner-slave had been convicted of (not that his girlfriend cares; she is still very much impressed by her magistrate-boyfriend’s power and authority over the prisoner!)

As we move along the outside of the cage we see a handsome black man in dreadlocks clearly enjoying the scene, and shouting obscenities at the prisoner in between asking him how he thinks he will like the sting of the gaoler’s whip? The prisoner-slave is, of course, in no position to answer, but I think we can safely say on his behalf that he won’t like it all that much!

Moving further along behind the cage we see a beautiful, young, self-obsessed black woman taking a selfie of her beautiful self – for subsequent uploading onto her social media site, no doubt. She’s right to do so for, being so beautiful, she must surely have lots of followers online?

Next to her is an equally beautiful white girl who is just quietly contemplating the scene and, judging by the wry smile on her pretty lips, relaxing in the knowledge that she is not the one hanging by her arms in a cage and about to be whipped – and that she never will be, being female and thus a first-class citizen of the Gynarchy who is exempt from any form of legal punishment, including the whip!

Lastly, but by no means leastly, we see another bright and intelligent young woman of the Gynarchy with purple and red hair nonchalantly picking her nose in front of the prisoner-slave. She clearly holds him in utter young-womanly contempt, as well she might, and I’ll wager that she is really looking forward to seeing the gaoler unfurl his whip, take a few steps back, and then unleash the leather with all his might across the slave’s waiting torso! She won’t even flinch at the sound of the whip cracking on human flesh as, like the blonde girl before her, she knows that whip can never touch herskin in anger (though she will probably ask to run it through her dirty fingers later on so that she might feel its warmth immediately after the whipping!)

Alas, however, we must leave this happy scene before the real entertainment begins as we are not citizens of the Gynarchy entitled to watch the judicial proceedings. Still, at least we can be sure that the fine people who have gathered around the cage this afternoon will be having a good time!