Not brutal enough..

Sir drags girl across the floor, half crawling, one hand gripping her hair, the other holding an arm while she screams and feebly attempts to strike and kick out at him. Her knees are bleeding from the floor as Sir hauls her bodily onto a bench. Slapping her almost too hard across the face, Sir binds her arms and legs, and leaves her naked except her boots and bra, still struggling. "Fucking dirty slut, you can stay there" as he dumps a bucket of cold water over her face and body. She splutters and he walks away to prepare.

girl is quite cold and uncomfortable, even by her standards, by the time Sir returns with his equipment. she has calmed down by now, like he knew she would, even though she is still crying silently.

He cleans a patch of skin with the alcohol and takes the scalpel and draws it over girls skin, lightly at first. she winces a little and he slaps her. "Don't you dare move you stupid whore...do you want Sir to make a mistake?" He cuts a second time, and watches as the redness beads along the line he has drawn. Sir makes deeper cuts again until girls blood trickles across her skin. He stops after awhile and admires his handiwork. He runs his finger along the first few cuts and offers it up to girl. she takes his finger in her mouth and cleans it, her blood tastes metallic. "Good slut" as he unties her. "Up."

girl gets to her feet as gracefully as she can, Sir directs her to the bathroom and up to the toilet. "Kneel" girl lets out a gasp as she rests on her battered knees, Sir snatches up her hair and makes her look at him as he laughs at her. "Aren't you looking like a messy slut?" "Yes Sir." "Sir is going to take a piss in girl's mouth, lean over the toilet bowl, slut." girl kneels higher, out over the toilet bowl, raising her face towards Sir's cock as he lets loose a golden stream. Sir's piss mingles with the blood on girl's skin, washing some of it off. "Drink, slut" girl gulps at the last of his piss, swallowing eagerly.

Sir smiles at girl, "Good girl...now clean yourself up, you're a mess." he chuckles, "Sir can't stand to look at you."

"Yes Sir, thank you."