Leaving her strapped to the ladder, he went to a cupboard and took out what looked at first sight like part of a suit of armour. There were no arms or legs to the thing, and Amber sooner realized that it was something quite different.

Placing the heavy metal apparel at the foot of the ladder, he released her.

"Stand there!" She came and stood where he pointed. "Hold out your arms." Her obedience was automatic and she held her slender arms out straight in front of her like the stereotypical sleepwalker. "Let me introduce you to the Girdle."

He raised the horrendous looking metal girdle and placed it against her flesh. He heard her sharp intake of breath as it struck cold against her overheated skin, and took joy in the knowledge that the abrasive inside would chafe her already maltreated body. His eyes shone with sadistic delight as he fitted it in place, delighting in the agony it would engender against the angry red weals.

It was made of overlapping, metal squares held together by wing nuts which, although appearing somewhat cumbersome, allowed adjustment to any part of the garment and thus adaptation for any figure. It fastened at the back by means of special clips which closed with a sharp snapping sound. Her globes were supported but rendered accessible due to the cut away top which ensured they were pushed up and displayed in a most provocative, mouth-watering fashion. At the front it came down to a point at the pelvic bone and followed the upward sweep from thigh to hip and across the back, leaving the buttocks free so one could take a whip to the girl's behind without hindrance.

"Breathe in." Of course, part of the pleasure was in tightening the nuts more than necessary. That way one could contort a girl's form exactly as one wished. With her ponderous globes thrust outward she was even more delectable, and his penis stirred its appreciation. Not only that, but the Girdle would feel as though it were crushing the very life from her. Tightening the nuts one last time, he cinched her waist even tighter.

He clipped her hands together in front of her.

On his command she spread her feet about twelve inches apart. His forehead creased with irritation as, black browed and ruthless, he dragged them further apart until they were separated by a good three feet, then bolted her ankles to the floor. Crossing the room, he operated machinery which, as in the dining room, lowered a heavy chain. He fixed it to her wrists then returned to the machinery, dragging her hands high above her head.

The tension was unbearable as the chain continued to draw her arms upward, stretching her lithe, yielding body almost to the limit while the bolts kept her securely fastened to the floor.

Leaving the dildo in place, he ambled over to the bench where Saskia was bound and stood by her head. He lit a cigar, idly added a few more pins to her breasts and watched the reflection of agony on her face; she was past screaming. Noting how the veins in her long, elegant neck were stretched taut as her head hung downwards, her long hair lying in a black pool at his feet, he clasped his cock in his fist. For something to do while he made Amber wait, he built up a rhythm and wanked over her. He felt no passion, not even contempt... he felt nothing at all as he emptied the contents of his balls over her face. He flicked the last drops from his penis; it was time to resume Amber's torture session.

He strode across to the far side of the cellar and selected a particularly flexible cane from one of the racks. He tested it on the way back, swooshing it through the air so she would be terrified by the sound long before he struck.

Stretched tight as a bow, her body nevertheless jerked as the cane struck across her blatantly presented, peachy-nippled breasts.

"Now you'll learn what a beating really is."

With that, he let fly, wielding the fiendish cane with gusto, bringing its biting edge down with sharp, vicious Thwacks! time after time. Of course, there would be less bruising than with the crop... oh, how he loved the keeper-shaped blotches of black and purple... though the sting would be more virulent. And the faster delivery would ensure that each fiery sting blended with the next to produce a vast wall of pain, giving her no time for recovery between strikes.

No part of her meaty orbs was spared; he brought the cane up beneath them, lashed at the sides, across the swell and near the root. How sweetly her face contorted with pain! Then he changed his target again, slashing at her long, engorged nipples. Slicing the cane this way and that, he emblazoned her tortured breasts with vivid weals of fire.

He was sagging; it had been a long day and his arm was aching. His hand dropped to his side; he couldn't go on. The cane slipped from his fingers and he made a half-hearted grab at her molested breasts. Digging his nails deep into the ravaged flesh, he squeezed and mauled her tiredly. But before he called it a night, there was just one more thing he had to do.

Circling her slowly, he tore the dildo from her with a popping sound. The pain as it was pulled free was excruciating but before she had time to absorb it, there was another pain as his rigid cock penetrated her rectum.

No, no, she pleaded silently as her natural instincts took over and her muscles tried to force him out. This was wrong... dirty... filthy... humiliating. But there was nothing she could do to prevent it. He was her Master and could defile her in any way he pleased. It was what she had always wanted.

With unbridled joy he set about ravishing her backside, content in the knowledge that each thrust would be bringing tears to her eyes as she imagined herself ripped apart. In spite of the way it had been stretched, her hole was still tight and would cause considerable her pain.

With a shout of triumph he pumped spurt after spurt of hot, viscous fluid into her, filling her back passage. If a man was going to own a slave he might as well enjoy himself to the full, he mused, and wrenched free of her while he was still stiff enough for it to hurt.

Breathing jerkily, she wept as creamy semen dribbled from her anus and saliva dribbled from her tortured mouth. While she shivered with anguish, Josh calmly tidied himself. Sore and humiliated, her body was a mass of seething agony, stretched beyond endurance.

"I'll send Alice to release the pair of you," he said casually, adding as an afterthought, "provided she hasn't gone to bed."