Excerpt 1

Poor Jill, also naked, had had her wrists bound to her ankles with many turns of
sashcord. Her ankles and knees were likewise bound and a single rope linked the ankle ties
with a heavy leather collar locked on her slender neck, just visible beneath the blonde
hair touching it.  She had almost no room to move and her bottom would be going numb soon,
if such was not already the case.  I was thankful I had installed the two-centimetre thick
black rubber matting in the niches, for in unexpected situations such as these, it would
provide at least some relief from the hardness and chill of the concrete floor.

Jill looked at me with pleading eyes above the regulation ball gag and shook her head in
what may have been a mixture of desperation, frustration and despair.  Only then did I see
the awful steel vices clamped on her nipples. She screwed up her eyes and whimpered.

Excerpt 2

“That will keep these two busy for quite a while.  Which leaves my darling slave
Jillian.”  Portia stood up and walked over to me as I kept my head down and stared at the
boards of the deck.  I watched the high heels of her boots pass by me and I knew she was
standing behind me.  She stood there for maybe a minute, saying nothing.  I knew something
was going to happen and could feel myself start to tremble in the awful expectation.  It
came in the form of a sharp poke in my left buttock by something followed by a crack and a
piercing pain that seemed to jolt the whole of my left side.  I screamed into the gag and
fell over on my side, moaning with the pain that spread down my leg.  I struggled to get
my breath back in part due to the gag but also the tightness of the corset.  For a brief
moment I nearly fainted.

“That, my dear Jill was a little sampler.”  I turned my head from where I lay on the deck
and looked up at her.  The red-clad Mistress of Evil held a two-pronged rod in her hand. 
It was perhaps half a metre long and had a box-like grip at the top end.  “This is a
cattle prod,” she told me.  “It is also a Jillian-prod, a Monica-prod or anything else I
care to make it into.  If you misbehave it will be used on you.  It may also be used on
your friends.  Rest assured you will be punished, and very painfully.  Imagine this on
your tits along with those shocking plugs up you bum and pussy.  You’d be able to light up
the room yourself.  So, do we all understand the situation now?  You will all do exactly
as Megan and I say.  We are in total command here and you will obey instantly!  Is that
clear to you all?”

“Uh-huh mmssts,” we affirmed fearfully through our gags.  Monica had had her back to me,
but even she made noises of clear agreement.

Excerpt 3

Portia locked the connecting link of my wrist cuffs on to the hook of the lower pulley
block and stepped back to let Megan haul on the loose end of rope until my hands were
above my head.  Portia then attached a spreader bar to my ankles and left me standing on
tiptoes while Megan tied off the rope to a cleat on the verandah post nearby.

That’s when I began to get really scared, as Portia gripped my face in one strong hand,
squeezing my mouth either side of the ball gag within it.

“The time has come for reckoning, Miss Runaway Slave.  In the olden days they used to
flay slaves alive.  Or cut their nipples off.”  I felt her hot breath on my face and knew
I was in for something nasty.  “But you have such nice nipples, Jillian…”  She ran her
fingers over my breasts, then her tongue, lingering around my nipples just long enough to
make them pop up.  She tweaked them hard between her fingers then pinched them with her
long red nails.  I whined in pain.  

“Fetch the bullwhip, Megan.”  

The bullwhip!  No!  That was just for show! Just to make a client scared - as it was
doing for me at that moment.  The bullwhip was not a full-sized version, but had a
half-metre handle and a two-metre plaited thong.  It was a fearsome thing and started me
trembling when Megan returned with it.