Chapter Twenty-Two
Rhonda hears the soft steady patter of bare feet on compact soil. Then comes the strident sound of thick leather excoriating vulnerable flesh. She looks out the open door of cabin 14 as Linda hears also and moves to exit.
Yes, the sight is indeed provocative. For with a throaty command of ‘Haw’, a chariot like vehicle, a platform on two wheels, pulls to a stop. It is conveyed by a human equine and the scene shocks. But this is Nusquam, Rhonda reminds herself... masochists reveling under the strict guiding hands of accommodating sadists. She follows Linda, curiosity piqued, to see an equestrian, reins in one hand sjambok in the other, gender not apparent, pulling tightly, the bit and bridle transmitting a message of authority. Harshly inserted between the lips of a mamm
