So it's evening when they get me out off the tank. My mind is befuddled with the poison. Totally weakened, I let them rigging me out. The steel corset hurts my skin made soft by the long bath. Futhermore an enormous hook, deeply plugged into my anus, arches my back.

And perched on steel ballet boots, pulled by the leash clasped on my labias rings, I leave the laboratory... the torture room.

- Go on. Quck. Master is waiting.

While I was walking on the concrete floor, it was a bit easy. But when we arrive on the polished wooden floor, it becomes worst. I slip down several times. To pick myself up is hell. And the two bastards crop me and tug at the leashe, despite my garbling pleas.

- Get up, you slut !

- She's here Professor.

- At last... My dear, you made me wait

- Let's see if you're a good girl...

- Grmmfff

I groan when he forces his sex into my mouth. I almost vomit when the glans touch my uvula. WHile he is moving my head to wank, I can hear a sort of loud whistle: it's my breathing through my nostrils, nearly closed by the restraining ring.

Then the guards put me eon a sort of... support, wide- spreaded and they leave the study. I stay here, incapable of moving, incapable of seing anything behind me, my tongue hooked anew. Seating on a large sofa, Van Glück is chattering:

- Yes my dear, when I'll finish with you, you'll become like that. Like that table or like the statue in the hall. I have invented a technique that forever immobilizes a vampire. Plunging the vampire into molten metal. A special alloy of mine. Body is staying supple so it can be placed in any position I want. But the vampire locked inside the metal coating can't move. That's made lovely decorative pieces.

- Ah here comes our friend. Come on Helene.