Efficiently and economically, Veskin had the giant continue to restrain Zephyr while he secured her, using his spare manacles to bind her down to the protrusions on the cave floor. When he was finished, she stood bent over at an angle, her legs spread-eagled and each hooked to a curved stalagmite, and her neck bound by a silken rope leash to a third and taller spike. Her arms were still bound behind her back, giving her room to do nothing but wiggle and thrash futilely against the chains for an inch or two in any particular direction.<br/><br/>"And now the fun truly begins, my dear." Drawing the silver-coated nipple clamps from his bag again, he walked round in front to where Zephyr was bent over, her bare breasts heaving beneath angry, helpless eyes. Seizing one of them in his hand, he touched the silver clamp to her flesh once, then again, before locking it to her nipple and moving to the second breast to repeat the process. A small iron ball on a string came next, one hung from each clamp's hook to drag and swing downward.<br/><br/>"Do you like that, Zephyr? Is it fun, to have those weighing at your lovely tits? I think it is very fun, and so will this." He produced one of his floggers, the one with silver traceries lining its leather lengths, and gave it a few experimental swishes through the air before lashing the soft straps across his captive's back.