Lisa led her upstairs to a seperate apt in another wing of the huge house. Through the door, abby found herself in a literal dungeon. At the far end a huge bed with tall poster corners and from them hanging chains. About the room were various devices and implements that she had only read about. On the walls hung an assortment of whips, canes, floggers and other nefarious devices. Lisa stood in the door, hands on her hips and snarled.

"Welcome to my world you little bitch!"

Grabbing a handful of hair, Lisa drags you to the center of the room. With expert speed and dexterity you are stunned at how rapidly she puts the thick padded leather cuffs on your wrists, buckling them tight. You notice that a steel cable runs from the ceiling to the chain between the cuffs. It isn't long until you realize exactly what is about to happen.

Lisa take a remote control from the desk and presses a button. Immediately the cable goes taut and begins to raise your cuffed hands upwards. Relentlessly, they are pulled up ward until your feet begin leave the floor and you find yourself hanging helplessly by the wrists in mid air.

Lisa walks forward, reaches out a hand and give you a small shove, causing you to spin in slow circles.

"I will be back in a minute pet. You hang around until I get back."

As you slowly turn you can see the entire room. Each revolution allows you to take in more detail of the ghastly collection of equipment. It is apparent that all of it is designed to inflict pain of some kind.

You hear a door open and as you spin slowly you again can see Lisa entering the room from a side door. She has changed clothed and how wear thigh high black leather high heeled boots. She is clad in a very tightly laced black leather corset and a leather mask obscures her face.

"AH! This is much better! I feel so much more comfortable in this! It makes me feel deliciously sadistic!" Walking around you she surveys you closely.

"Well, you don't have big tits, but they are nicely shaped. Your ass could be bigger for the Arabs to really take a liking to you. You are tall, that will appeal to the Asians. I think Master is right, you will fetch a good price especially with your hymen intact. I guess that rules out me using the fucking machine on you. ANd I cant leave many marks so that rules out the whip, the flogger, the cane and the paddle. I can't brand you . . . YET. Nor can I use the pins and skewers on those tits and your cunt lips. My MY . . what ever can I do that will not anger Master. I know just the thing!"

Going to a cabinet Lisa retrieves what appears to be a plain ordinary white athletic sock. From another shelf she takes two bright yellow tennis balls and drops them into the sock. Then swinging the sock in tight circles she walks back to you.

"Master taught me this little trick. Apparently the tennis balls are soft enough that they don't leave really bad surface bruises. They are however, heavy enough to cause and immense amount of pain when they strike the same spots over and over. It takes a while to get the full effect, but that is just what we want. We want this to last as long as possible. Ready pet?"

With those words she swings the sock and a wide arc and lands it expertly on your right breast. The explosion of pain is unlike anything you have ever experienced. A shrill lingering scream erupts from you and fills the room"

"Thats good cunt. Scream your lungs out. No one can hear you and if they did, no one cares. Just remember, whatever I do to you, if you make Master mad, he will do double or triple."

Again the sock swings and this time your other breast is the recipient of the blow. The impact makes you begin to spin slowly. As you spin, Lisa continues to deliver blow after blow with the socked tennis balls. No portion of your body is spared. Over and over the impacts continue. At some point she grasps one of your legs and lifts it high in the air and swings the sock and balls expertly to land squarely on your pussy and clit. The flash of firey pain that imminates from your cunt washes over you and nearly takes you to unconsiousness. But Lisa shows no mercy. The savage beating continues in methodical and clinical way. It is apparent that she is an expert at this. Finally, she stops, breathing heavily from the exertion.

"Now your little bitch. I will let you hang there a while and enjoy the sensation of your body. When I am rested a bit and have a cool drink of water, we will continue to phase two."