My very delicious l*ttle snack is dressed in full latex and told what will happen to her in the cold butchers dungeon, chained and led to her cage she's left to await her fate. I collect her and then bend her over and begin to warm My meal. The Canadian prison strap lands with a cr*ck across her behind, then the cane and the br*tal ochsenziemer - slowly tenderising and warming the meat.

she's then splayed out on the butchers bench and tenderised and devoured whole. As I circle My prey in the butchers apron and rubber hunter wellies she remains chained up and at My mercy. I slowly beat her with every implement before ending with a vicious rally of 5 hard strokes from each implement as she shivers on the cold hard table.