You lie tied up on the cold stone floor and witness as a silent witness the extreme interrogation of the prisoner. In this narrow basement, the ceiling is so low that even the mistress has to arch down when she leaves her convenient sitting position in order to treat the slave with trampling. You have not had anything to eat for days and are terribly thirsty, which is part of the method used to elicit the confession. Lady Vampira throws the rotten bananas on the dirty floor as if you were animals in a stable. The barefoot crushing excites you and the slave in the box now also gratefully slurps trampled remains from the divine feet. Again and again the dominatrix stuffs her dirty toes into his mouth, again and again she kicks in the mud. The banana could also be your tail, but you are simply overlooked...
