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beach. Hans led Greta over to a squared off area covered in bright white gravel and ordered her to kick off her shoes and stand in the middle of the gravel. She did as she was ordered, gingerly stepping into the sharp stones once her shoes were removed. Hans picked up a hose and began to douse her in a cold spray of water. She slowly turned in place, enduring the onslaught of cold water without complaint.
    Hans was thorough, making sure to rinse every part of her body thoroughly and brutally. When he was done he turned off the hose, tossed it aside, and took her leash to lead her past the large kidney shaped pool. There was a man-made waterfall at the far end with three streams of water cascading into the pool. They walked passed it and onto a path that led to the beach, but turned to the left shortly after the waterfall onto another path that led behind the wall of stones that made up the water feature.
    They came to a small promontory that gave a spectacular view of the ocean more than fifty feet below it and there they stopped. On the ground was a small barred cage barely two feet square in shape and it was sitting under a tall rectangular metal frame that looked like a window out to the sea. Hans lifted the lid of the cage and gestured for Greta to step into it. She did as he expected and accepted his help as she was forced to sit inside the cage. He did not bother to release her cuffed wrists and he had to guide her down until her bum rested on the bottom bars of the cage and the rough rock ledge.
    Once seated her legs were bent at the knees with her feet positioned at the front corners of the cage and with her arms trapped between her back and the bars of the cage. Hans ran a strap under her tits and used it to secure her to the back of the cage. He used shorter leather straps to secure her legs to the sides of the cage, leaving her sex gaping open. The bars on the bottom of the cage were narrow, except for the center six inches where there were none, leaving her pussy and asshole fully accessible. Hans lowered the lid of the cage while pulling her head backwards to allow room for the semi-circular cutout in the top bars to encircle her throat.
    Once the cage was closed shut he attached a sturdy chain to a ring mounted to the cage behind Greta’s neck and then threaded it through a heavy pulley he hung from the crossbar at the top of the frame. He began to haul her up, lifting the cage and causing it to tilt forward on an angle the way the chain was attached to it. He raised her several feet off the ground facing down the sheer cliff that was behind the promontory.
    So far this was not so bad, Greta thought, despite the fact that she had to stare down the sharp rocky descent to the beach below her. But when Hans rammed a metal rod up her bumhole and wedged it against the ground to push the cage forward over the edge of the cliff, the new pain flaring in her bowels told her this would soon become another harrowing ordeal. Then he grabbed her labial rings and stretched them down to attach them to hooks in the rod just below her ass, securing it tightly in her bowels.
    Hans stepped up to the edge of the cliff, just behind her, and whispered, “Master Avery wants you to spend the balance of the day contemplating your fate. Your replacement in his stable arrives tomorrow for her initial indoctrination. Much of her training this week will include you as an example of what can happen to her should she not be pleasing to her new Master.”
    Greta made no reply, trying hard to deal with the mounting pain in her metal packed intestines. She heard him walk away, but what he said rang through her pain-addled mind. My replacement! How can he so callously discard a devoted slave for a new one? She thought, as she tried to brace herself for a day of lonely torment. The beautiful view in front of her was in stark contrast to the misery she faced, now confirmed in the knowledge that she was truly disposed of by her Master and already