He turned to Maaouya. “Perhaps Remmy and Peter would like to help you use my b***h?”
Peter was clearly not yet soothed but Remmy eagerly raised his head. “May we, Father?”
“I don’t see why not.”
Reza broke in. “Let’s go see my little project.” He led the group through a door at the back of the office.
The girl was a flawless American beauty – like a young Grace Kelly – with unmarred skin the colour of fresh cream and hair the pale flaxen blond of fine white Burgundy. Wide leather straps, like those used a century ago to immobilize dangerous patients, crisscrossed her sinuous body, fixing her fast to a hospital bed. They bit into her resilient flesh across ribcage and arms, and pelvis. A single strap held each ankle to a bedrail, spreading wide her legs, which were both crossed by anoth
