The most interestingly wicked thing Jered saw Sally do was a kind of poetic justice she inflicted on one noble man. The man liked to take girls who re...inded him of his daughter. He would order them to call him Papa, some times he would start out being kind, other times he would be aggressive right from the beginning. In either case he would eventually start beating the girl, tormenting her and abusing her in ways he would never do to his own daughter. He would use the girl mercilessly sometimes. She doesn't suffer fools gladly and has no problem bawling out staff when they displease her. "Mistress Chloe of Birmingham," she said slowly.That wasn't what I'd been expecting her to say. It was the name of one of the mistresses I'd just been looking at online. I felt my face burning red and tried to work out how she knew. "I'm s-s-sorry?" I stuttered, making what even I knew was a futile and pathetic attempt to look like I had no idea what she was talking about. "Mistress Chloe of. The cuffs in turn, were fastened to a ring bolted securely to the floor, making him lay on his side the only possibilty of posture.His ankles were just as securely tied by hard metal to each other, connected to another ring in the floor, forcing his knees to be slightly bend backwards, keeping them forced at that angle.His neck was put in a posture collar of similar material, he could feel the heaviness of it, holding his head to the floor sideways, and a thick inflated gag, going deep into his. The children were dedicated to catching them and the small pigs were just as dedicated to staying free. Reluctance to leave their dead parents was their downfall though. Even that wouldn't have meant sure capture if it had been a one on one contest, but after the children learned to gang up on one pig at a time the deal was done. All the little ones were sacked up before I was tired of watching the show. It left me with more work though.It was just as well that the morning's kills were cleaned.