Brianna-Leah like all women likes to look good for the opposite sex and her own sex too. She could be very striking with her flashing blonde hair, her big bosom, her shapely hips and her statuesque 5ft 10in height. Plus she is fond of wearing tight miniskirts that show off her figure, especially her bottom. She did not escape attention in Evin Prison in Tehran.

She was a blonde North American woman in an Iranian prison. Everybody else was black haired and darker skinned. She was like an Amazon amongst the womenfolk. She knew she stuck out like a sore thumb. Some of the other female prison inmates resented her good looks but all resented the fact she was charged with corrupting the morals of young Iranian men and they assumed she was guilty as charged.

Women, of course, can be very catty towards other women. It is true in prison as well as outside. The Evin Prison women had an informal gang with the usual characteristics of protection for those in the gang and trouble for those outside. It’s leader was Malakeh which means Queen and she was the queen of this gang. Her word was law among the women in Evin.

The women were allowed to shower every second day but it was a communal shower where 5 or 6 at a time washed themselves. Brianna-Leah went to use the showers and had stripped her clothes off. There were 6 other women there. The guards never bothered them in the shower so it could be expected that sometimes things would happen. The Iranian women were incensed that Brianna-Leah was charged with corrupting their young sons. The charge was giving them alcohol and having sex with them.

The other women, mostly nude too, gathered around Brianna and taunted her, they grabbed her forcing her over a shower bench. She was held firmly with her derriere exposed. Malakeh grabbed her hair and said “Now you will pay you blonde American bitch”.

She had in her hand a doubled over length of electrical cord about 4 feet in length. The strapping she got 2 weeks ago flashed through her mind and she remembered the horrible sting it gave her and the welts and the scars she now carried. Malakeh barked out her orders, “Hold her tight and don’t let her go”. Brianna-Leah’s heart began to race. What was going to happen to her now?

Malakeh raised her whip arm high above her and brought the cable whip down hard on Brianna’s bottom. The girl screamed but no one came to her rescue. The second stroke caught her across the fullest part of her bottom. It left a bright purplish-red welt from one hip right to the other hip. The third stroke lashed her just above her thighs where the skin is very sensitive and Brianna let out a blood curdling scream that would cause the others to grab a towel, roll it and pull it into Brianna’s mouth. It was twisted behind her head and held by one of the women to stifle her screams.

These strokes were worse than the strap. The end of the cable loop made an awful horseshoe mark and broke the tender, soft skin of her bottom. It raised reddish purple welts. She was now sobbing loudly into the towel and her mascara streamed down her cheeks. Malakeh was tough as nails from her time in Evin Prison and so were the other women. It was obvious Brianna was suffering but this only made Malakeh wield the lash that much harder. Fifty harsh strokes had now been given. Brianna-Leah sobbed and writhed in pain at each stroke. She tried to break free and run but they held her firmly.

Malakeh switched sides to make the punishment as hard as she could. She wanted the end of lash marks equal on both sides of the girls bottom. Another fifty strokes tore into the poor girl’s tender skin. The sound of the lash slashing through the air was frightning. She struggled hard to break free and escape the whipping but it was not to be. The women held her very tight. Five of them held her and Malakeh was wielding the lash. Brianna’s bottom was a mass of welts crisscrossing the flesh. There was some blood in places where the end of the looped whip cut her skin.