Their Master that purchased them was an evil man, glaring at them while he stroked the bulging erection in his pants. Her legs were secured to widely spaced rings in the floor; her crotch split open revealing all of her intimate treasures. Amber was frightened when she was brought into the damp room, the stonewalls of the room wet, but it was the furniture that frightened her the most. The room was out of a book on medieval torture. All around were instruments of punishment, wood and metal racks to hold victims, securing them until they were unable to stop the cruel acts that would be performed on their naked and unwilling bodies. Whips, paddles and cruel pinching devices lined the walls, ready to bite painfully into the most intimate flesh.