Chapter Five
It was weeks before Chrissie returned to the mainland. In those weeks her life had changed irrevocably.
She had taken part in the making of many films and had posed for still photographs in all kinds of bondage gear and restrained in all sorts of equipment. There were enough images of her to saturate the market.
If Mary hadn’t been like a kindly aunt towards her, Chrissie didn’t know if she would have survived.
For the sake of realism, she’d been whipped, caned and paddled and she’d been used sexually by Roy, Piers and Maurice in every conceivable way – for the sake of the camera.
As she crossed the water back to the mainland, in jeans and a top provided by Mary, the truth about her position stared her in the face. She was entirely at Andy’s mercy; he could expose her any
