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	Madame ushered her into the sauna.
	"Wait here til I return!" she instructed.
	It was all Zoe could do not to get fucked again by the men who followed her into the
little room to see what was going on.  They smirked and sniggered like school boys,
knowing that they had got her into trouble.
	Madame returned with - horror of horrors - Derek, who was carrying a small barrel full
of water, from which protruded the handles of what looked like three collections of birch
twigs.  He stood this beside the brazier, then straightened up and crossed his arms
slowly.
	"These are the birch twigs we provide for the use of our guests," said Madame,
taking one of the bundles from the water. "No sauna would be complete without them. 
A well known method of massage - stimulating circulation beneath the skin."
	Madame tapped the twigs gently against her lower arm.  "Very pleasant, I'm
sure."
	Zoe couldn't take her eyes from the bundle of irregular twigs.  She knew very well
what they felt like on naked skin.  It wasn't something you easily forgot.  The
sensation depended, of course, on the force with which they were applied!
	Madame replaced the birch in the barrel, and turned to Derek.  "What else have you
got for me?"
	Derek reached behind him and produced what had been hooked onto his belt - three pairs
of metal handcuffs.
	"Now, Zoe.  Why don't you kneel down on the lower bench and place your arms up
on the higher one.  I'm sure you've worked out what I intend to do."
	More concerned about the oppressive heat than anything else at that moment, Zoe looked
about her in the hope that someone would speak up for her innocence and spare her his
ordeal.  But the sauna was crammed with men who were obviously keen to watch her plight,
and were clearly not going to make a move to stop it.  She even noticed a mass of faces at
the window, as more spectators gathered around to see what the commotion was about.
	Derek took it upon himself to help her get into position.  He turned her towards the
benches and pushed her in the back til she was forced to climb onto the lower one.  The
wooden slats dug into her calves immediately.  Clearly kneeling on them wasn't going
to be a comfortable experience.
	Derek took her wrists and dragged them up in front of her, to the back of the wide upper
bench.  Here he secured her simply and effectively by placing one wrist in one cuff, and
passing the chain behind one of the planks of wood before securing the other.  She was
handcuffed to a sauna bench - the air around her head hot and dry, her big tits pushed
against the scorching wood!
	Next Derek saw to her ankles, fixing each to slats in the lower bench, just about as far
away from each other as they would go.  Her buttocks were dragged apart and everything -
her gaping pussy and her tight little arsehole - was on view.
	Zoe began to whimper.  The position, the discomfort, the heat - the injustice of her
treatment - all were beginning to get to her.  Also, she suspected what was coming, and,
remembering the severity of yesterday's punishment, was afraid of the pain that would
soon be inflicted on her.
	Madame withdrew a birch from the barrel again.
	"I think, gentlemen," she said to the men sitting round in the sauna,
"that you should perhaps leave me alone with this young lady - so none of you get
hurt while I swing this, you understand.  She will be left here for the rest of the day,
so you will have your opportunity to give her a - er, massage yourselves."