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The Baronet's dungeon is a stage, and his Baroness, a willing captive. Her wrists and ankles are secured to a St. Andrew's cross, her body arching beautifully. He teases her with a feather, tracing her curves, igniting her skin. Then, he switches to a flogger, each strike a symphony of pain and pleasure. She gasps, writhing against her restraints, as he intensifies his assault, pushing her to the edge of her limits.