She looked at me with hot, defiant eyes that told me she would put up a fight, even when she appeared to be giving in. Now that spurred me on for sure, I was ready to urge her on and to show her who must control her. She still seemed to be drifting in and out of a half-sleep at some moments, I reckoned she might have been sedated with a laced-up drink to make her pliable before she was taken captive and brought here.

Stepping aside for a minute, I went over to the woman lashed to a cross about five or six meters away, the roots of her shorn red hair still burning on the dome of her skull. She seemed to be at ease with her Master in some sense, accepting Him. I knew this was what I wanted too, but the feisty air of protest in the suspended slut I had picked was vital to me.

I picked a leather whip froma stand - everything seemed to have been thought of here, although I had some toys of my own brought by my limo driver who was waiting outside - and returned to the hanging, bound and gagged slut. She was suspended totally freely, but her strength seemed to sustain this position.
"Do you realize that you are not leaving this place anytime soon, cunt?" I asked her. "A nod will suffice for an answer."