Sophie is taken to a prison cell. At the iron bars he takes his slave into prayer. What has happened so far was just the entry. With his tongue split, the guard informs them that this will cause a little more pain now. The increasing fear in Sophie's gaze is accompanied by the degree of intensity of the pleasure screams that will soon make her reverberate through the corridors of the prison. He is not squeamish, sir. Roughly he grabs Sophie and positions her before he fixes her hands behind her back. His reprimanding finger extension, the whip, is increasingly used. But next to this he has prepared a bull tongue and his proven paddle. The guard had promised his slave, but to spare her extremely sensitive breasts. And again Sophie has the choice - in which opening may the steel dildo be plugged? What does the perverse jailer ever do with the kebab skewers and wooden clothespins? Will he be able to keep that promise against the helpless Sophie who has now been delivered to him?