Hung on the cross

Mr. Ingram dragged the protesting, struggling nanny across the hard stone floor. Stopping at the device he had selected for Molly's introduction to his dungeon, he threw the girl down onto the floor. Molly tried to scramble up, but Mr. Ingram was too fast and far too powerful for the young girl.

Mr. Ingram grabbed Molly's wrist, lifted her up, and quickly locked her wrist into a heavy iron ring. Avoiding her swing, he quickly had her other wrist locked into place as well. Pulling a lever, the chains holding the two iron rings lifted the girl into place. Mr. Ingram stepped back to admire his new plaything.

Molly was now suspended a foot off the ground. Her arms were stretched out on the crossbeam of a heavy wooden cross.

Mr. Ingram came in behind the cross and capturing Molly's legs, bound each ankle with another ring and chain. He then stepped in front of the girl.

"For a month I've prepared for this day. Your position in this household has now changed. Mrs. Ingram will employ another more qualified teacher and nanny for the children. You are now my plaything. As long as you amuse me, you will retain your position. When you no longer amuse me, well......" The long pause was terrifying.

"Now that my good Catholic girl is properly affixed to her sacred cross ," Mr. Ingram reached out and stroked Molly's small, firm breast hidden under her white, starched blouse and camisole, "how shall we examine our new plaything?"