"Do you like what you see, Karl?" asked Jacqui, "It was yours once." He slapped her face, hard. "I am the Master here," he snarled, "You speak only when I ask you to do so. You scream only when I want to hear your cries. Understand?" Jacqui nodded. He turned her roughly round and stroked her arse surprisingly gently. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all, thought Jacqui, but she knew that it would. Karl was here for revenge more than for pleasure after being humiliated the previous day. Taking up two pairs of cuffs he crossed and shackled Jacqui's arms behind her back, wrists to the opposite forearms, so that her breasts were thrust out. Leaving her for a moment he put the two upper arms of the saltire together to form an inverted Y and stood Jacqui with her back to this, shortening the upper branches so that they only reached her neck. He strapped her by the neck to the top of the frame so that if she struggled enough she would strangle herself.