Sophie is led into a prison cell. At the iron bars he takes his slave into prayer. What has happened to her so far was only the introduction. With forked tongue, the guard informs her that what follows now will cause a bit more trouble. The increasing fear in Sophie's gaze goes hand in hand with the level of intensity of the screams of pleasure that she will soon make echo through the corridors of the prison. Squeamish he is not, the Lord. Roughly, he grabs Sophie and moves her into position before fixing her hands behind her back. His reprimanding finger extension, the riding crop, is increasingly used. But besides this he has a bull tongue and his proven paddle ready. The guard had promised his slave to spare her extremely sensitive breasts. And again Sophie has the choice - in which opening may the steel dildo be put? What does the perverted prison guard intend to do with the shish kebab and the wooden clothespins?