"Bring her out," Sir commanded. "I want to see if the isolation has broken her pride or merely stoked her heat."

The heavy door creaked open, and a figure was led out by a pair of anonymous handlers in black hoods. The Slut moved with a stumbling, uncertain gait, her wrists bound behind her back with thick hemp rope that bit into the pale skin of her forearms. Her eyes were wide, darting around the room until they landed on the two men standing in the light. A thick leather gag was buckled tight behind her head, a large red silicone ball filling her mouth and forcing her jaw open in a permanent, vulnerable stretch.