Alistair took the spreader bars and examined them.  "Just perfect.  Good work, Evie.  If there's one thing I like it's a slave who knows her way around long black poles."   He stopped and thought a moment. "Oh, I see, that was innuendo."  He laughed at his own joke.<br/><br/>"Evile, would you mind lending me a hand?  I want to see her waddle up the stairs."  He began cuffing her to one end of the bar and waited for Evie to finish with the other side.   The bar ran along her arms and across her shoulders, stretching both of her arms out.<br/><br/>"That's a  good girl.  Stand proud, you've got a marvelous body.  No reason the world shouldn't enjoy it."  he tapped her cheek and roughly spun her around.  He yanked down the muslin cruelly to her hips.<br/><br/>"There!  Gorgeous.  Don't you think, Cyril?  She's a virgin, too."  he slapped her ass, "Up the stairs, little girl"