A very familiar person for both Emily and Cecilia

After Asswipes entered the room, Cecilia still hesitates, so this bitch recieves a slap on her juicy buttocks. For the moment you regret her wearing her dress. But at least the harsh hit has its intended effect: Cecilia hurries to get into T-4.

So far the room was only lit by firelight coming from a furnace in some corner, and thus mostly cloaked in darkness. In the moment you stepped in you pressed the switch, illuminating the whole room in a bright light. It is a huge room, but compared to the other parts of your mansion it is quite crude. Floor, Ceiling and Walls of this huge room all consist of the same dark stone and the lack of personal items or belongings give it a gloomy atmosphere. This aura of coldness becomes further higlighted and underlined by the interior of the room. Aside from a small kitchen corner right next to an intimidating steel door the whole room is full of different kinds of **** devices. T-4 is your fourth and the best euipped **** room. Of course it contains all the simple stuff like ropes, chains, bars and poles as well as iron rings attached to walls to simply restrain your slaves uncomfortably. There is also a proud collection of pillories and stocks mostly to add humiliation to the restraint as well as a wide range of gags and masks to silence the slaves and make them suffer pain. These however are more means of restraint than of ****. You are proud of your wide range of exotic smaller **** devices like the scavenger's daughter, an A-frame shaped metal rack. The ****'s head could be strapped to the top point of the A, the hands at the midpoint, and the legs at the lower spread ends. Then the torturer folds the frame, resulting in the head going down and knees and legs up into a sitting position. This compresses the body causing the victim to bleed from nose, ears and mouth. Aside from that you own several versions of hand and foot presses, some for the whole hand or foot, some for the fingers and teeths only, some for permanent destruction many for inflicting differnt degrees of pain. And of course you have a larger variation of the thumbscrew for the breasts - you call it udder crusher. One of the rarely used devices is the **** pear. It consists of four steely spoon-shaped shells, amalgamated to a pear shape. You put the pear into the mouth of the victim. Then turning a thread pushes the shells apart inflicting pain and -given you turn the thread enough- rips apart the mouth. In mediaeval times the insertion of the pear was limited to the mouth, but of course you had no scruple to also use it for other orifices. Another rarely used device is the breast ripper- a large plier with sharp teeth. The name already reveals its purpose. Of course regular sized pliers -be it for nail ripping or teeth removal- hammers for crushing stuff and many of the other common tools like saws for amputation, knives for carving patterns or removing "unnecessary stuff" as well as tattoo needles and branding devices for "decoration" are also available. People appalled of the mediaeval methods have wide selction of electrical devices. A wide set of video and audio devices for "documentation " is also available.

Obviously you also have the classic big devices: A pendulum to tie the **** onto, three different sized and equipped **** racks, one of them able to conduct electricity, an iron chair, one pool of around 50 cm depth and two large pools of around 4m depth for drowning experiments, one of these equipped with a waterwheel to enhance the drowning experience. The iron maiden in the corner of the room is merely for decoration, the Brazen Bull however is not. It is your favourite way of disposing unwanted slaves. You imprison your victim in the cavity of the bronze bull and lock the entrance, then you set a fire under it, roasting the **** to ****. The screams of agony run though a system of tubes and stops turning them into the bellowing of a bull. This is also the reason why smaller **** devices like the **** pear and the breast ripper are used so rarely- it simply is more fun to kill an unwanted **** this way. Compared to this the three wooden horses and the four iron wooden horses look like toys. Your large **** device accumulation is by far not as complete as your small **** device collection, but nevertheless it is respectable.

Unlike its cold and gloomy appearance the room is not cold at all. Quite the opposite. You adjusted the temperature to 35°C (95°F). That is why the first thing you do after illuminating the room is to get rid of your clothes putting them on a stool right next to the entrance. Your elegant shoes go directly under said stool.

This however is a luxory Cecilia does not have. She is barely one minute in but you already can see sweat stains on her white dress. Asswipes is sweating as well. But obviously the **** suffering the most ist the one, who is already here for over six hours.

Near the wall on the opposite side of the fire there is a pole going up from the floor to the ceiling. The pole has several intendations in regular intervals. At one of these intendations around the height of 2 m a chain is attached winding around the pole chaining the foot of a **** to said pole. The lower foot is not chained to the pole, but the chain fixes the upper foot around such a high height, that the lower leg can only reach the ground barely and only with its tiptoes. This forces the **** to do a perfect split at the pole. The rest of the body is fixed as well with chains. One chain leads from the ****'s iron choker to the wall, two other chains at the ****'s hands **** the arms behind the back to be streched out in exactly the opposite direction, connecting these arms to another pole. Both the chains are maximally taut, which leaves no leeway for the the ****'s torso forcing it to be in a right angle to the split legs. The **** now is perfectly fixed with the choice to burden either the chained foot with the weight of her body or to put a significant amout of her weight on the tiptoes of the other foot. Furthermore the ****'s D-cup jugs are squashed by a lovely instance of the udder crusher. The choker itself also limits the intake of the air, making her breathing uncomfortable in the worst case and painful in the best case.

The **** stands in a puddle of her own piss. Before you left you filled up her belly with several litres of water. This pressed her to piss against the pole. From there most of it sprayed back on her own body, running down her lower leg, forming a puddle around her foot and the pole. Because of the heat of the room the pee puddle partly vaporized. This leaves the **** in the stench of her own sweat and urine making her regret her "decision" to take a leak. Another reason for the regret is that because of her six hours of sweating in this hot room she is now in **** need of water.

The long red hair covers her face, but you have no doubt that the other two bitches will recognize this wench. Not only is the colour of her hair relatively characteristic, even with her golden collar replaced by a tight choker and the wooly hair around her crotch shaved away the golden rings piercing the squashed udders, her labia and her clit should give it away.

"Rose" you hear Cecilia whisper.