. . as he had shown with Anna, up to a point. He prided himself on his ability to modify procedure as it proceeded. But he could do this only within s...rict limits, partly because he was himself obsessed with control and partly because he knew the nurse would want him to hold to the rules. Strokes could be as hard as he himself decided. Penalties were entirely appropriate. But the basic categories of crime and punishment still determined such factors as position and state of undress.Twelve. This time when Lee tugged, the material tore easily all the way down to her waist. A second tug and it tore the rest of the way leaving her totally exposed in just her bra and panties.Lee pulled her tattered dress off her, tossing it onto the floor.“Take this off,” Cal said, flicking the centre of her bra with the tip of his knife.“Please,” she begged, tears flooding down her cheeks, “please don’t, don’t rape me.”“Oh we’re not going to rape you,” Cal laughed, “we’re just going to have a bit of. “I am, my dearest Misses Fatima.” Her hands moved down from my shoulders to cup my round breasts. “If you agree to the terms of our compact. That I grant your wish, and you owe me a favor for me to collect at some point in the future.”“You'll make me a futa?” I asked, wanting to be clear.“Yes, my dearest Misses Fatima, I will cause your clitoris to sprout most eagerly into the very same winsome appendage that does prod at your sleek belly.” She grinned at me. “Does that not stir the passions in. The hood, ripped from her head in one swift movement, made her blink repeatedly. Trying to focus her eyes, she grabbed the opportunity to gage the situation. Looking to her left, she saw Bern, tied to a chair as she was. Between them sat an empty third chair bolted, as were all three, to a length of wood on the floor. Underneath the wood, a blue tarpaulin that was stretched out and covered two metres either side of the row of chairs. Facing forward she saw his face, contorted in anger and for.