Borghild's movements were a tad mechanical, which was only to be expected. Indeed, she marched in a military style goose-step, which contributed strangely to her kinkiness.
Lady Sally asked Victoria to summon the captain to the playroom, on the grounds he would be fascinated by the technological advances manifested in her new automaton.
Her slaves gazed upon the pair in awe at the gleaming, scarlet rubber in matching outfits. Lady Sally's elegant and shapely legs were on full show in the short dress alongside the shiny, brass ones of the automaton.
Lady Sally proceeded to introduce her, "This is Borghild. She has been especially designed for me by Ernst von Siemen, the renowned automation manufacturer. I made the diversion into the industrial wastelands of the Ruhr to pick her up from the manufactory. She will be my accomplice in punishment for the rest of my travels and has been designed specifically with my needs for sadistic domination in mind. I expect she will play a full part in assisting me. Remember, though, there will be no point pleading for mercy from her, as she'll take no notice. This will mean more fun for me and double the pain for you!"
The springs and sockets behind Borghild's eyes clicked and whirred, swivelling her sockets from side to side with a gaze of disconcerting perspicacity as her photographic cells took recognition of the images of the four men.
Captain Wyndham made an appearance before this announcement.
"Ah, there you are captain. I trust things are quiet in the control room."
"For a change, madam, yes."
"I hope my adventures are not too exacting for you, captain?"
"No, not at all Lady Sally; it was intended as a compliment not a complaint."
"Excellent. There's no point asking the opinion of this bunch of miscreants: bankers don't know about anything useful, bishops have no appreciation for technological achievements, judges are hopeless, except for contesting an argument..."
"I say, that's unfair," interrupted the judge, "I believe I can make a strong case for arguing for the intellectual capacity of a judge. The evidence is very strong..."
Lady Sally gave him a withering stare.
"And as for dukes, well they are useless."
"Fair comment mistress," acknowledged the duke with a nod of his foppish lock of hair.
"But I know you, captain, will appreciate the technological marvel of Borghild."
Captain Wyndham inspected the automaton with considered curiosity. He looked into her eyes to examine the photographic cells, he examined the construction of her joints, and studied the control panel that operated the automaton.
"Truly remarkable," Lady Sally. "She's a work of art. I've worked with Clarissa and she's marvellous, but the quality of the brass moulding and engineering of the limbs are more sophisticated in this model. And her eyes... it's as if she's alive. Can she talk? Has Herr Siemen mastered that technology?"
"No, regrettably not captain, though that's just as well. I couldn't put up with anyone who contradicts me, not even an automaton."
"No, indeed not, I can see that," the captain concurred.
"You must stay and watch her in action. Right, let's get to work. I doubt if Borghild is ready to master knots and buckles yet but, if she observes me closely, she will learn."
Lady Sally set to work putting her submissive gentlemen into bondage. She mentally divided the protagonists into those who would receive pain, and those who would receive pleasure. The bishop and judge were chosen for the former, strapped face forward onto the wall boards with their arses exposed, the latter selected for interrupting her earlier. The banker and duke were tied on their backs, the former on the bench, the latter on the rack. It was important Borghild learn the essentials of delivering corporal punishment first.
