Outer Island by Lizbeth Dusseau
A Futuristic S&M Fantasy – In New Victoria, sex outside of marriage is against the law. Sex Crimes Court judges offenders and the punishments are severe, as this society has returned to the days of public floggings and hard labor to punish the guilty.
When Delila violates the law with a co-worker, the initial corporal punishment is swift, however, the hard labor she is condemned to is far more than she expected when Degas, the Overseer of an underground brothel, buys her from the State for the duration of her sentence. Delila enters the steamy underworld that her society has condemned, finding that she’s not so much coerced as a willing participant in the deviant sex acts required of her. Any hope of reconciling with the husband she loves looks doubtful, unless he can understand the passion that now drives her.
In Outer Island, Lizbeth takes a journey out of present time to weave this remarkable erotic fantasy with bold and vivid strokes. Supremely sensuous, it is an elemental tale of light and dark, submission and control, passionate love and longing, for those readers willing to take a leap into wilder sexual territory.
Includes: female bisexuality, graphic anal sexuality and intense B&D punishment.
She was made to face the man that would wield the flogging implement. He stood just a yard from her vulnerable body as the instructions were read.
“For no less than ten minutes, no more than twenty . . . at the discretion of the perpetrator, flogged on the backside without mercy.”
“Do you confess this chastisement has been fairly appraised?” she was asked by an unknown voice behind her.
“Yes,” she answered meekly.
“Then ask for it,” she was ordered.
As was the custom with this procedure, Delila requested her own punishment, “I request that you castigate me in accordance with the law,” she repeated the words the matron made her memorize, “and beg no mercy for my contemptible crime.”
The administrator nodded and moved behind her as he unfurled the long lash that had been contained in his hand. The flexible strip of two inch wide leather fell against his thigh almost touching the ground, as he eyed the target of his task, Delila’s backside.
She was a small one, but she had the body for such things: a narrow waist, flaring hips, a well padded rump that would take the brunt of the blows, Her well formed graceful thighs and legs were well-proportioned for her voluptuous body. It would be the administrator’s task to come down with ample force and snap to raise a raw red color on her white skin. It wouldn’t take ten minutes to do the task. Five would likely suffice, but he’d continuing punishing her according to the law.
Drawing back the leather the flogging began . . .