In the heart of Stephenson's dungeon, a serf kneels, bound and gagged, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation. Delphine, his mistress, circles him like a predator, her heels clicking on the stone floor. She grabs his hair, tilting his head back, and runs her sharp nails down his chest, leaving faint scratches. His cock twitches, betraying his arousal. Delphine smirks, snapping her fingers for a cat-o'-nine-tails. She trails the tails over his skin, making him shiver, before bringing it down with a satisfying crack. His body jerks, but he remains in place, eager for more.