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SYNOPSIS
The British Empire under good Queen Victoria is at its peak, with the Crown Colony of India as its jewel. But trouble is brewing under the gleaming facade of polished brass, steam engines and beautiful lace. Lurking in the fog, rebels and traitors plot to destroy the Empire and to assassinate the Queen. In such times, the Royal Navy and the muskets of the Redcoats are not enough. Britain needs a special person to penetrate the deadly plots of the enemy and to survive their whips and lashes. She needs to be beautiful, sexy and deadly. A submissive maiden who hides a deadly sting, she is ... The Queen's Assassin.
Intense SM scenes combine with thrilling and bloody action in the foggy streets of Victorian London.
EXTRACT
"The Master is a great believer in discipline and he will not tolerate disobedience.
We shall test your self discipline now. If you perform well, there is a chance that the
Master will add you to the staff and you will have the honour of serving him here. If you
fail, you will be sent to some foreign hell hole to serve a filthy heathen; or even to a
brothel in the Far East to service all who can pay your price until you become too old at
which point they will cut your throat and toss you in a river," recited the
housekeeper, again sounding as if she were reading from a script.
Anne felt the woman`s hands drag her ankles apart so that she stood with her legs
straddled wide.
"I am going to give you a beating now. The number of strokes will depend on you. If
you stay still and do not move your feet, you will please me and the Master. If you
struggle or try to avoid my blows you will fail and will be sent to join the other women
destined to become whores."
Anne heard the swish of something moving rapidly through the air and she had a moment to
wonder what implement Mrs Stuart was going to use. Her instincts told her to clench her
buttocks, but Anne forced her muscles to stay soft and relaxed.
Crack!
Flames licked at Anne`s buttocks, as what felt like a leather tawse slammed into her
flesh.
"Ow! No, please don`t hit me again," cried Anne piteously, remembering to keep
in character. Mrs Stuart ignored her protests and struck again, three times in quick
succession and Anne did not need to pretend to be in pain.
The housekeeper paused to examine the effects of her handiwork. Anne`s arse cheeks were
turning a bright shade of red, the broad crimson weals made by the tawse starting to
swell, especially where they overlapped. She was pleased by the fact that this new girl
had not attempted to avoid her punishment. She waited another few seconds in order to
allow her victim to really feel the sting of the leather before continuing.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Anne yelled in pain, shaking her head and stamping her feet as if to shake off the bite
of the tawse. She was careful, however to keep her feet the specified distance apart as
she had no desire to sample the delights of a harem or oriental brothel.
"Two on each thigh," announced Mrs Stuart, suiting her words with action and
bringing the heavy leather strap down hard on the back of Anne`s left thigh with a loud
"splat". She added another hard stroke just below the first, before moving to
repeat the process on to the other leg.
"You have done well, my girl," complemented the housekeeper, reaching out to
pat Anne`s quivering bottom as if quieting a skittish horse. "Just one more to
complete your dozen and you can go to the kitchen for a meal."
"No more, no more ..." pleaded Anne with a moan.
