After a lengthy meal, Veronica leads the group of ladies to a securely locked wooden door at the rear of the mansion.

"Down the stairs, you good for nothing slave!" snarls Veronica in Adrienne's ear as she shoves her through the doorway. "How dare you spill a drop of soup on Lady Demonika's dress! Now you're really going to learn the meaning of discipline!" Adrienne nearly falls but manages to keep her balance on her seven inch heels.

Turning and smiling sweetly to the ladies following behind, "Watch your step, dears. It's a long way down and I don't want anyone to slip."

Everyone soon reaches the bottom of the stairs without further mishap. They find themselves in a gloomy stone walled room with several passages leading out of it.

"Welcome to my little dungeon," says Veronica. "Let me show you some of the amusing toys that I have on display down here."

Veronica leads the group through a short passage into a small room that contains an apparatus which nearly reaches the high ceiling.

"Oh, that is amazing, a guillotine!" shrieks one of the ladies excitedly. "Does it actually work? Lets put your sissy maid in it. I don't really think she'll miss that empty little head, do you? Heehee!"

Adrienne collapses on the bench, unable to control her legs anymore. "Oh my God, they don't really intend to put me in that thing, do they? They couldn't be that cruel!" She struggles to control her bladder.

Veronica chuckles merrily, "Oh yes, it's quite real, Lady Louise. I purchased it at an auction in France last year. It's incredible what you can find if you look hard enough. It cost a small fortune to have it shipped and assembled down here but it makes quite the conversation piece, don't you think?" Smirking at Adrienne she states, "Much as I'd love to test this out on you, clumsy slave, you still have your uses. Now get up and quit wasting our valuable time with your foolishness!"

Adrienne manages to regain her feet and is led stumbling out of the little chamber of horrors. The group stops in front of another room with a barred gate.

"This is the quarters for my domestic help," says Veronica, gesturing at the bleak interior. "All the comforts of home. Haha!"

Two of the ladies, who were introduced to Adrienne as Madame Maryjane and Maitresse Marcie, examine the little room. "Oh, it's just like the Ritz," giggles Maryjane. "I'm sure you'll enjoy relaxing in here for many pleasant hours!"

"It's got to be better than spending the evening listening to these creatures," thinks Adrienne.

"Now I believe we're ready to visit the last room," says Veronica with a evil grin. "Lady Demonika has graciously agreed to display her knowledge of restraint techniques, using my 'volunteer' sissy maid! I'm sure Demonika has something special in mind for her. Hehehe!" Aside to Adrienne, "I'm assuming even a screwup like you can manage to be immobilized in rope and chains without messing up!"

With Veronica leading and the group of ladies following behind, Adrienne nervously goes down a long passage to the large room at the end.

Adrienne gawks around the room, amazed at all the equipment and nasty looking weapons on display. A brazier burns in the center of the room, filled with glowing tongs and paraphernalia.

"Oh no, this is too much!", Adrienne tries to scream but almost chokes on her gag. She turns to run but her path is blocked by the group behind.

"Hold still, silly slave!" Demonika loudly demands. "Be goot and I vill not haf to use hot iron on toes. Haha!" Adrienne meekly obeys, figuring it would be best to submit to some lesser torment.

With amazing strength and dexterity, Lady Demonika binds Adrienne hand and foot in a variety of different poses. Then her arms are tied behind her and her legs bent up and secured behind in a hog-tie. With a little help from the audience, Adrienne soon finds herself suspended from the ceiling, unable to do much more than blink her eyes. Having no choice, she must put up with caresses and some groping from the giggling ladies gathered around.

Finally after what seems an age, Adrienne is let down and untied. "Is it finally over?" she wonders, but alas, no. Demonika leads her over to a frame that she refers to as a St. Andrews cross. Her tingling appendages are stretched apart and her wrists and ankles are padlocked to cuffs fastened to the crossed beams. "Be good girlie now and vait here quiet." Demonika then leaves her fastened there and joins the other ladies. They soon lose interest in Adrienne's plight and begin chatting amongst themselves.

After what seems hours to Adrienne, the party shows signs of coming to an end. Demonika seems to finally recall her helpless victim and releases the locks on the cuffs.

"Oh Lord!" Adrienne mumbles to herself, her arms legs like rubber from lack of circulation. Demonika holds her up and she is guided back down the hall. Before she realizes it, she is locked back in her original chains, pushed into the little cell and the gate slammed shut.

Veronica smiles at her through the bars. "I think we can manage without calling on your meager talents further tonight. Sleep well! You'll have a lot of cleaning up to do tomorrow!"

Adrienne watches as the group of ladies wanders up the stairs. "Finally I'm going to be left alone," thinks Adrienne as she tries to rub some feeling back into her aching limbs.

As Veronica reaches the top of the stairs behind her guests, she pauses for a moment and regards Adrienne with a sly grin. "Oh yes, we must do our part to conserve energy. Hehehe!" She snaps off the light switch, then slams and locks the door, leaving Adrienne in almost total darkness.

"Hmm, I didn't count on that!" After a few minutes of feeling her way around the cell, her eyes adjust to the dark and Adrienne can just make out the few bits of furniture. "Thank God, I can just see that blessed toilet!"

After much squirming and bending while still locked in her restraints, she manages to relieve herself without any mishaps. She also finds a plastic cup with a straw and takes care of her raging thirst without dribbling too much.

"No food but there's nothing I can do about that," Adrienne thinks. "I'd better stretch out and try to get some rest while I can. Sure is quiet down he.... wha, what was that little scrabbling noise? Oh no, it must be mice, or maybe rats!!" She quickly scrambles into a corner on the bed. "I hate rodents and it's ten times worse in the dark! I think I'm going to lose my mind!" It looks like a very long night with no rest for our unfortunate tranny!

Meanwhile upstairs, a couple of guests remain behind to partake of Veronica's hospitality even further.

"I wonder if your sissy maid will be alright down there by herself?" inquires one of the ladies. "She really seemed terrified at times. You did have a signal arranged with her if she wanted to stop at any time?"

"Of course!" Veronica smoothly lies. "She's just a good actor and I'm sure she enjoyed every moment! She'll be fine down there. Forget about her now! Let's open the champagne and get more comfortable, dears. The night is still young!"

As Veronica stretches out on her bed like a cat, sipping her champagne, she suddenly remembers something she forgot about in her rush to prepare for the party. "Oh goodness, I forgot all about the exterminator! Those rats have become quite a problem downstairs. Thank goodness none showed themselves during the party; they're really quite aggressive! Oh well, a problem for another day. Now where was I..." I'll leave the rest to your imagination.