Without Fear of Contradiction
We can say, without fear of contradiction, that this prisoner-slave in the stocks is about to be whipped – again! See how his betters surround him, ready to inflict pain on him. Indeed, they see it as their holy duty to do so.
The Gynarchy cardinal master-sir is quietly praying for the slave to experience the full bite of the whip. Or rather – whips, for there are two whippers approaching the prisoner; one, a beautiful young woman with a wicked smirk on her pretty face, is carrying a brown leather bullwhip; the other, a handsome freemale, has a sturdy looking crop in his left hand, but a steely determination on his face to cause the slave every bit as much pain as his female companion with her more sophisticated whip!
Meanwhile a mocking mistress-madam is crouching down next to the about-to-be-whipped prisoner and ‘faux fanning’ him in a supposed gesture of compassion, but a gesture which is actually indicative of her young-womanly contempt for him, since she is using a yellow fan of cowardice to emphasise his maleslave weakness and helplessness.
Unfortunately we can’t see the prisoner-slave’s face, but we may assume he is full of fear and trepidation. As well he might be – for the almighty sting of two merciless whips is heading his way!
