“The young ladies seem to be more than a little upset, Jerome. It’s no use shouting and screaming, my dears. This Cellar is completely soundproof. We’ll just continue to amuse ourselves with you, and you can make as much noise as you like while we’re doing it.”
“Jerome, hit my wife across the tits with that riding crop. I want to see the stripes glowing blood-red. Go one, hit her harder! And your wife doesn’t seem to like having her tits pierced by this long skewer, Jerome; and she doesn’t find the sharp edge that she is riding all that comfortable either! We’ll have to have a good look at the bitch’s anus after we’ve taken her down. If the ridge hasn’t done enough damage to it we’ll have to think of some other ways of really torturing her arsehole!”