There was the possibility that this particular Saturday would be a memorable one at Gomorrah Square, and that possibility would be decided by Jacqui, pictured here making an appearance on the square. Known around here as “Giant-Jugged Jacqui”, she was the irrepressible sort who would be considered quite normal anywhere else, but here in Cracker County, she is an immoral slut in need of the harshest discipline and punishment. Hence, here she is in, what is for her, a common scene—strapped to the whipping post on the square and ready for our local matron to give her a good, healthy whipping.
Today, instead of wondering why her whipping was considered “healthy”, Jacqui’s attention was focused on a particular, purpose-built machine added to the square. The explanation for it was that whipping didn’t seem to make any discernible improvement in Jacqui’s behavior, so after today’s strokes were applied, Jacqui would be strapped into the machine in a rather obvious way. Once situated, with the inevitable consequences of the machine’s function apparent to Jacqui, she would be offered a proposition. If she accepted, she would be released from the machine, and would be off to fulfill the consequences of that proposition.
And if she didn’t accept? Well, if she survived the machine’s singular function, she’d need a new nickname!
