Read part one here.
It was the first time Rhiannon had felt such complete euphoria. Despite the fact that she had only a few drinks, the room swam around her. The men were moray eels, with mouths agape, hungering for her body, and she let them devour her. Their cocks were pink sea slugs, eagerly seeking a home in her depths; she welcomed every one of them. It felt as is she floated instead of walking. Of course, some of those times she was carried between the furniture, so that just added to the sensation.
She had been taken in every position. At one point, Steven held her up and fucked her while he was standing. She had done that plenty of times so she just wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. His hands squeezed her ass while his hips thrust hard against her. When she felt another man place his cock against her ass, she almost panicked. Steven stopped so the newcomer could enter her. "Oh, my god!" she moaned into Steven's ear while the other guy penetrated her. She was suspended between the two men, impaled front and back. The two men began thrusting with awkward coordination. The position didn't last long, though. Steven slipped out of her and her feet returned to the carpet. The other man stayed her her ass, holding her firmly by the hips. One of the other guys presented her with his cock so she took it in her mouth.
She had lost count of the number of men who had fucked her. The one moment that defined her night was when she had three men inside her and one more in her hand. She had reached in vain for a fifth man to squeeze with her free hand. She wanted five cocks at her command. Being sandwiched between two guys while sucking off a third and jacking off two more was one of her great fantasies. She never really expected it to happen ... though that might change if she elected to shoot more videos for Thierry.
Things had quieted down at one point. Clusters of men surrounded each of the women, but the emphasis was on conversation now, more than sex. One of the women was being lightly touched by one of the guys and she, in turn, casually played with his balls. A guy she had recently finished with had offered her a shirt. She put it on. It was so large it was practically a robe. Rhiannon had talked with him a while, but her mind drifted off at some point and he excused himself to get a drink.
She turned when she heard her name. She thought someone was calling her, but it was two guys talking to each other about her. They saw her look over so they approached. They seemed to walk as if in slow motion, smiling at her and gesturing.
"We were wondering if you liked pool," one of the men said. She didn't know his name but vaguely remembered his face as he leered down at her as he fucked her on her back earlier. The other guy, Andrew, was one of the first people she met after Ron left her in the kitchen at the beginning of the evening. She told them they she played but wasn't particularly skilled. "Well, we need you in a more supporting role, really," he responded. Andrew smiled as if this was a joke.
Rhiannon shrugged and said "Sure. Okay." She didn't recall seeing a pool table when Ron showed her around. The guys descended the stairs and into the den as she followed. As they walked past the couch, Rhiannon smiled at the woman laying there. She had a man licking her pussy and two more sucking her tits. She had a huge smile as she held the two men close to her.
The guys continued through a door she had not noticed before. Inside was very dark, lit by flickering electric candles and a few real tapers mounted in metal wall sconces. Just around the entrance was the pool table, lit by a long lamp suspended from the ceiling. Two men were there. She couldn't see their faces in the darkness, but could see that one wore an unbuttoned dress shirt and the other wore only silk briefs. "All right!" one of the guys said as Andrew explained that Rhiannon was joining them.
She felt a bit of excitement as she looked at the balls on the table. She hadn't played in months. "C'mon over here," one of the guys told her. She walked around the table and recognized both men from earlier.
Just then she heard a familiar voice. Ron had joined the men. "Oh, you have Rhiannon. Very good," he said. She smiled at him as he placed a strong arm around her waist. "I might have to join you fellows!" Rhiannon became aware that there were more people in the room. She wasn't sure if she just hadn't noticed them in the dim light or if they only just arrived. An Asian girl was standing beside Ron now. She recognized her as one of the regulars. "Do you want to help her get ready?" Ron asked the regular girl. She nodded and smiled at Rhiannon. It was only then that Rhiannon noticed that she was naked for the but leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Rhiannon shivered.
She introduced herself as Lee. She was a hand shorter than Rhiannon, good looking with small breasts and dark nipples pierced by blue bars that matched the blue ring in her navel. "This is your first time here, right?" She spoke English with a French accent. Lee gestured around the room. Rhiannon only then grasped that this game room was for something more than billiards.
There were a number of tall screens and racks that blocked out parts of the room, but as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she could see the wall fixtures included more than candles. Large metal rings were bolted to the wall near the ceiling, shoulder height and waist height. Some were equipped with dark metal chains. She noticed eye-bolts attached to the heavy beams in the ceiling. There were no chairs, only stools and benches. The benches were much too elaborate for sitting alone. The racks she had noticed earlier held devices of leather, glittering metal, glistening vinyl and jet rubber. Leather cuffs and collars, long whips, coils of rope, bars, rings, and hooks hung from the racks and places on the wall.
Rhiannon felt a strong desire to return to Ron and put herself under his arm once more. This was his house, though, and those were his ... toys. Lee took her hand and Rhiannon felt herself being lead to the nearest rack. With a practiced hand, Lee selected a collar and put it around Rhiannon's neck. The naked girl's touch sent shivers through her body. Lee next removed Rhiannon's shirt and equipped her with cuffs for her wrists and ankles. It was not the first time she had worn such things, but she felt particularly vulnerable now.
As Lee attached the cuffs, Rhiannon had a better look at some of the other things on the rack. She saw nipple clamps, clothes pins, alligator clips, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos of various sizes and shapes, handcuffs, things that looked like leather mittens but without a place for the thumb, rubber hose, rubber bands, and many other things she could not identify.
One of the pool players appeared and inspected Rhiannon's hardware. He smiled slightly as she looked at him. Nodding to Lee, he took Rhiannon's hand and lead her back to the table. With a curious realization, she now understood how they were going to use her. They were going to strap her to the table and launch billiard balls at her pussy! She found this so amusing that she relaxed completely as the guy lead her forward. Only instead of taking her to the table, she led her to a tall bench-like thing.
She was confused. What she thought was a bench was more of an a-frame contraption with the top cut off. She could make no sense of it. Something to kneel on when shooting pool? The man grabbed it and pulled it toward him. It moved easily on smooth casters. He directed her to put her feet on the base, requiring her to spread her legs a bit. The design was obvious to her then. Without being asked, she bent at the hip, leaning forward and down. He and another man attached cords to the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, pulling them tight enough to secure her.
The second guy started cranking something and the middle of the contraction rose up until the padded top of the bench comfortably supported her weight. The other guy released a catch and pushed. The device shifted beneath her, pulling her hips back until it felt her legs were vertical rather than leaning forward as when she started. Her upper body was lifted up a bit so she could raise her head and almost see what what going on.
The four guys were talking among themselves, apparently going over the rules of the game. A woman stood nearby, waiting for the game to commence. In the shadows, she could see another man behind her, fondling her. Rhiannon was too busy trying to figure out the contraption to pay much more attention, though. She tested her bonds and concluded that she was unable to move except to lift her head. One of the men gave her a push and the device swung around on wheels like a cart. She was now facing the wall and unable to see anything.
She heard the sharp crack of the billiard balls on the table and the guys doing "play by play" analysis of where each ball might go. Two cheers and two moans indicated that at least one of the balls made it into the pockets.
She felt a large hand brush over her ass and pat it gently. She turned enough to see Ron standing beside her. Distracted, she missed what the men said next. One of the guys came over to her and dropped his shorts. It was pretty clear what she was supposed to do. She opened her mouth and started sucking his semi-hard cock. She sensed another man behind her and soon another cock was penetrating her pussy. Without her arms, all she could do was bob her head. He did most of the work, though, thrusting in and out in time with the man behind her.
Another crack sound from the table indicated that the game was still in progress. The two men who were attending her left a moment later. She turned her head to see the other men approach. One took his place at her head and the other behind her. She was filled with two more cocks as the new guys took their places inside her. When they switched again a few minutes later, her support roll in the game was quite clear.
Each time a ball failed to make a pocket, the men changed. Just as the little blue chalk cube kept their cue tips dry, her pussy and mouth served to keep their cocks wet. She smiled at the thought. If she was in the way of a shot, they rolled her to a different spot. A few times, she was pressed right beside the table and she could feel the vibration through her ribs as the balls clacked.
She felt a different set of hands on her back. It was a light and gentle touch. Rhiannon turned enough to see one of the women standing there. She felt her reach down to run a hand over her breasts. Rhiannon could feel that her nipples were quite hard. She pinched them, playfully. Her other hand went between her legs to feel one of the men thrusting in and out of her pussy. The woman's fingers lingered a moment before continuing further and brushing over her clit, all the while she continue to pinch her nipples and squeeze her breasts. She gently tickled her clitoris and Rhiannon felt herself flush as an orgasm swept over her. "Oh my god," the woman exclaimed, "I think she just came." One of the guys laughed.
A groan from the table indicated that a change was coming. When the two men pulled out of her, the woman slipped two fingers into Rhiannon's pussy and her mouth. Rhiannon sucked her fingers, rolling her tongue between the digits. The other two men took their position and the fingers were replaced by cocks.
The woman left, but returned a few moments later to kneel beside her. She squeezed one of Rhiannon's nipples, but the squeeze did not abate. She heard something metallic. She could not look down so she continued sucking the cock in her mouth. Her other nipple was pinched hard and again the metallic sound. "That's better," the woman exclaimed. The guy in her mouth reached down to play with her boobs. She could feel him touch whatever was holding her nipples so tightly. He tugged at them but they did not let go. The woman had attached nipple clamps to Rhiannon.
"Get some weights," one of the men said. The woman left and returned, placing some objects on the cart out of Rhiannon's sight. She had a pretty good idea what those things were. She felt the woman attach one of the weights to each of the nipple clamps. They pinched harder and pulled down. What's more, though, as the man behind her thrust against her, the weights swung back and forth, tugging on her nipples and making her her small breasts sway. It hurt, but at the same time, the sensation was very stimulating.
At the next change over, Rhiannon felt something cool touch her sex. "Maybe this will bring me better luck," the man behind her said with a chuckle. Something hard and smooth slid into her and began moving in and out. Based on the comments of the other men, she realized that he was fucking her with the handle of the cue.
The other men knelt down in front of her until they were fact to face. "You like that, bitch?" he asked. The handle was moving hard and fast and Rhiannon only managed a moan in reply. He grabbed her head and forced his lips against hers, ramming his tongue into her mouth. She sucked his tongue and kissed him back. "Yeah," he said, "you're a good little pool bitch." He reached beneath to squeeze her breasts and pluck at the strings holding the nipple clamps. He kissed her again, then rose and put his cock into her mouth. Grabbing her head, he fucked her face as the pool cue handle continued to assault her pussy.
When the cue handle left her pussy, the man in her mouth moved behind her to fuck her. The handle was then presented to her mouth. "Clean this off for me, billiard bitch." Rhiannon licked and sucked her juices from the wooden handle. "Yeah, that's it, get it nice and clean." After a moment, he took it from her mouth and presented his cock. She didn't like the hard wooden phallus, so the turgid flesh was received with pleasure.
When the last ball was sunk and the game ended, she was sure that they'd set her free, but another group of men announced that they'd play. Rhiannon was soon host to another four men, who used her just as impersonally as the first four. Each time they vacated her, she eagerly anticipated the arrival of the other two, filling her once more. These men delighted in slapping her ass. She was sure her bottom was as red as a baboon's ass by the time that second game ended.
One of the guys released the clamps from her nipples. She had grown so accustomed to them that she was numb. The removal, though, sent tingling pain to those most sensitive spots. When they lowered the bench and released her ankles and wrists, she hobbled upright and clutched her breasts.
She wasn't given any time to recover, however. A man she vaguely recognized from earlier in the evening took her by the elbow and guided her past a partition to another part of the large room. Rhiannon had only a few moments to take in what was going on in the dim light. She could see a woman kneeling on a large Ottoman, arms tied behind her back, a shiny metal collar around her neck. One of the men was thrusting his cock into her mouth while another was playing with her pussy. The sounds of slapping drew her attention to another part of the room where a woman was having her ass slapped by two guys while she straddled and rode a third man. Another woman, in leather cuffs and collar like her own, stood beside them and cheered them on.
She didn't have time to look any more, but the sounds of the room, the cries, whimpers, laughs, slaps, moans, and bodies rub together registered with her. The man at her elbow turned her to the wall. The large wooden "X" shape mounted there confused her for only a moment, but the hardware attachments at the top and bottom were self evident. Without a word, the man took the wrist of her left hand and raised it to the top of the left arm, snapping the ring on her leather wrist cuff to a locking hook. He repeated the process with her right hand. He put her feet on a raised wooden bar to connect her ankle cuffs to the contraption. She was spread eagle against the cross and she had a pretty good idea what was to happen next.
It was the first time Rhiannon had felt such complete euphoria. Despite the fact that she had only a few drinks, the room swam around her. The men were moray eels, with mouths agape, hungering for her body, and she let them devour her. Their cocks were pink sea slugs, eagerly seeking a home in her depths; she welcomed every one of them. It felt as is she floated instead of walking. Of course, some of those times she was carried between the furniture, so that just added to the sensation.
She had been taken in every position. At one point, Steven held her up and fucked her while he was standing. She had done that plenty of times so she just wrapped her legs around his waist and held on. His hands squeezed her ass while his hips thrust hard against her. When she felt another man place his cock against her ass, she almost panicked. Steven stopped so the newcomer could enter her. "Oh, my god!" she moaned into Steven's ear while the other guy penetrated her. She was suspended between the two men, impaled front and back. The two men began thrusting with awkward coordination. The position didn't last long, though. Steven slipped out of her and her feet returned to the carpet. The other man stayed her her ass, holding her firmly by the hips. One of the other guys presented her with his cock so she took it in her mouth.
She had lost count of the number of men who had fucked her. The one moment that defined her night was when she had three men inside her and one more in her hand. She had reached in vain for a fifth man to squeeze with her free hand. She wanted five cocks at her command. Being sandwiched between two guys while sucking off a third and jacking off two more was one of her great fantasies. She never really expected it to happen ... though that might change if she elected to shoot more videos for Thierry.
Things had quieted down at one point. Clusters of men surrounded each of the women, but the emphasis was on conversation now, more than sex. One of the women was being lightly touched by one of the guys and she, in turn, casually played with his balls. A guy she had recently finished with had offered her a shirt. She put it on. It was so large it was practically a robe. Rhiannon had talked with him a while, but her mind drifted off at some point and he excused himself to get a drink.
She turned when she heard her name. She thought someone was calling her, but it was two guys talking to each other about her. They saw her look over so they approached. They seemed to walk as if in slow motion, smiling at her and gesturing.
"We were wondering if you liked pool," one of the men said. She didn't know his name but vaguely remembered his face as he leered down at her as he fucked her on her back earlier. The other guy, Andrew, was one of the first people she met after Ron left her in the kitchen at the beginning of the evening. She told them they she played but wasn't particularly skilled. "Well, we need you in a more supporting role, really," he responded. Andrew smiled as if this was a joke.
Rhiannon shrugged and said "Sure. Okay." She didn't recall seeing a pool table when Ron showed her around. The guys descended the stairs and into the den as she followed. As they walked past the couch, Rhiannon smiled at the woman laying there. She had a man licking her pussy and two more sucking her tits. She had a huge smile as she held the two men close to her.
The guys continued through a door she had not noticed before. Inside was very dark, lit by flickering electric candles and a few real tapers mounted in metal wall sconces. Just around the entrance was the pool table, lit by a long lamp suspended from the ceiling. Two men were there. She couldn't see their faces in the darkness, but could see that one wore an unbuttoned dress shirt and the other wore only silk briefs. "All right!" one of the guys said as Andrew explained that Rhiannon was joining them.
She felt a bit of excitement as she looked at the balls on the table. She hadn't played in months. "C'mon over here," one of the guys told her. She walked around the table and recognized both men from earlier.
Just then she heard a familiar voice. Ron had joined the men. "Oh, you have Rhiannon. Very good," he said. She smiled at him as he placed a strong arm around her waist. "I might have to join you fellows!" Rhiannon became aware that there were more people in the room. She wasn't sure if she just hadn't noticed them in the dim light or if they only just arrived. An Asian girl was standing beside Ron now. She recognized her as one of the regulars. "Do you want to help her get ready?" Ron asked the regular girl. She nodded and smiled at Rhiannon. It was only then that Rhiannon noticed that she was naked for the but leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Rhiannon shivered.
She introduced herself as Lee. She was a hand shorter than Rhiannon, good looking with small breasts and dark nipples pierced by blue bars that matched the blue ring in her navel. "This is your first time here, right?" She spoke English with a French accent. Lee gestured around the room. Rhiannon only then grasped that this game room was for something more than billiards.
There were a number of tall screens and racks that blocked out parts of the room, but as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she could see the wall fixtures included more than candles. Large metal rings were bolted to the wall near the ceiling, shoulder height and waist height. Some were equipped with dark metal chains. She noticed eye-bolts attached to the heavy beams in the ceiling. There were no chairs, only stools and benches. The benches were much too elaborate for sitting alone. The racks she had noticed earlier held devices of leather, glittering metal, glistening vinyl and jet rubber. Leather cuffs and collars, long whips, coils of rope, bars, rings, and hooks hung from the racks and places on the wall.
Rhiannon felt a strong desire to return to Ron and put herself under his arm once more. This was his house, though, and those were his ... toys. Lee took her hand and Rhiannon felt herself being lead to the nearest rack. With a practiced hand, Lee selected a collar and put it around Rhiannon's neck. The naked girl's touch sent shivers through her body. Lee next removed Rhiannon's shirt and equipped her with cuffs for her wrists and ankles. It was not the first time she had worn such things, but she felt particularly vulnerable now.
As Lee attached the cuffs, Rhiannon had a better look at some of the other things on the rack. She saw nipple clamps, clothes pins, alligator clips, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos of various sizes and shapes, handcuffs, things that looked like leather mittens but without a place for the thumb, rubber hose, rubber bands, and many other things she could not identify.
One of the pool players appeared and inspected Rhiannon's hardware. He smiled slightly as she looked at him. Nodding to Lee, he took Rhiannon's hand and lead her back to the table. With a curious realization, she now understood how they were going to use her. They were going to strap her to the table and launch billiard balls at her pussy! She found this so amusing that she relaxed completely as the guy lead her forward. Only instead of taking her to the table, she led her to a tall bench-like thing.
She was confused. What she thought was a bench was more of an a-frame contraption with the top cut off. She could make no sense of it. Something to kneel on when shooting pool? The man grabbed it and pulled it toward him. It moved easily on smooth casters. He directed her to put her feet on the base, requiring her to spread her legs a bit. The design was obvious to her then. Without being asked, she bent at the hip, leaning forward and down. He and another man attached cords to the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, pulling them tight enough to secure her.
The second guy started cranking something and the middle of the contraction rose up until the padded top of the bench comfortably supported her weight. The other guy released a catch and pushed. The device shifted beneath her, pulling her hips back until it felt her legs were vertical rather than leaning forward as when she started. Her upper body was lifted up a bit so she could raise her head and almost see what what going on.
The four guys were talking among themselves, apparently going over the rules of the game. A woman stood nearby, waiting for the game to commence. In the shadows, she could see another man behind her, fondling her. Rhiannon was too busy trying to figure out the contraption to pay much more attention, though. She tested her bonds and concluded that she was unable to move except to lift her head. One of the men gave her a push and the device swung around on wheels like a cart. She was now facing the wall and unable to see anything.
She heard the sharp crack of the billiard balls on the table and the guys doing "play by play" analysis of where each ball might go. Two cheers and two moans indicated that at least one of the balls made it into the pockets.
She felt a large hand brush over her ass and pat it gently. She turned enough to see Ron standing beside her. Distracted, she missed what the men said next. One of the guys came over to her and dropped his shorts. It was pretty clear what she was supposed to do. She opened her mouth and started sucking his semi-hard cock. She sensed another man behind her and soon another cock was penetrating her pussy. Without her arms, all she could do was bob her head. He did most of the work, though, thrusting in and out in time with the man behind her.
Another crack sound from the table indicated that the game was still in progress. The two men who were attending her left a moment later. She turned her head to see the other men approach. One took his place at her head and the other behind her. She was filled with two more cocks as the new guys took their places inside her. When they switched again a few minutes later, her support roll in the game was quite clear.
Each time a ball failed to make a pocket, the men changed. Just as the little blue chalk cube kept their cue tips dry, her pussy and mouth served to keep their cocks wet. She smiled at the thought. If she was in the way of a shot, they rolled her to a different spot. A few times, she was pressed right beside the table and she could feel the vibration through her ribs as the balls clacked.
She felt a different set of hands on her back. It was a light and gentle touch. Rhiannon turned enough to see one of the women standing there. She felt her reach down to run a hand over her breasts. Rhiannon could feel that her nipples were quite hard. She pinched them, playfully. Her other hand went between her legs to feel one of the men thrusting in and out of her pussy. The woman's fingers lingered a moment before continuing further and brushing over her clit, all the while she continue to pinch her nipples and squeeze her breasts. She gently tickled her clitoris and Rhiannon felt herself flush as an orgasm swept over her. "Oh my god," the woman exclaimed, "I think she just came." One of the guys laughed.
A groan from the table indicated that a change was coming. When the two men pulled out of her, the woman slipped two fingers into Rhiannon's pussy and her mouth. Rhiannon sucked her fingers, rolling her tongue between the digits. The other two men took their position and the fingers were replaced by cocks.
The woman left, but returned a few moments later to kneel beside her. She squeezed one of Rhiannon's nipples, but the squeeze did not abate. She heard something metallic. She could not look down so she continued sucking the cock in her mouth. Her other nipple was pinched hard and again the metallic sound. "That's better," the woman exclaimed. The guy in her mouth reached down to play with her boobs. She could feel him touch whatever was holding her nipples so tightly. He tugged at them but they did not let go. The woman had attached nipple clamps to Rhiannon.
"Get some weights," one of the men said. The woman left and returned, placing some objects on the cart out of Rhiannon's sight. She had a pretty good idea what those things were. She felt the woman attach one of the weights to each of the nipple clamps. They pinched harder and pulled down. What's more, though, as the man behind her thrust against her, the weights swung back and forth, tugging on her nipples and making her her small breasts sway. It hurt, but at the same time, the sensation was very stimulating.
At the next change over, Rhiannon felt something cool touch her sex. "Maybe this will bring me better luck," the man behind her said with a chuckle. Something hard and smooth slid into her and began moving in and out. Based on the comments of the other men, she realized that he was fucking her with the handle of the cue.
The other men knelt down in front of her until they were fact to face. "You like that, bitch?" he asked. The handle was moving hard and fast and Rhiannon only managed a moan in reply. He grabbed her head and forced his lips against hers, ramming his tongue into her mouth. She sucked his tongue and kissed him back. "Yeah," he said, "you're a good little pool bitch." He reached beneath to squeeze her breasts and pluck at the strings holding the nipple clamps. He kissed her again, then rose and put his cock into her mouth. Grabbing her head, he fucked her face as the pool cue handle continued to assault her pussy.
When the cue handle left her pussy, the man in her mouth moved behind her to fuck her. The handle was then presented to her mouth. "Clean this off for me, billiard bitch." Rhiannon licked and sucked her juices from the wooden handle. "Yeah, that's it, get it nice and clean." After a moment, he took it from her mouth and presented his cock. She didn't like the hard wooden phallus, so the turgid flesh was received with pleasure.
When the last ball was sunk and the game ended, she was sure that they'd set her free, but another group of men announced that they'd play. Rhiannon was soon host to another four men, who used her just as impersonally as the first four. Each time they vacated her, she eagerly anticipated the arrival of the other two, filling her once more. These men delighted in slapping her ass. She was sure her bottom was as red as a baboon's ass by the time that second game ended.
One of the guys released the clamps from her nipples. She had grown so accustomed to them that she was numb. The removal, though, sent tingling pain to those most sensitive spots. When they lowered the bench and released her ankles and wrists, she hobbled upright and clutched her breasts.
She wasn't given any time to recover, however. A man she vaguely recognized from earlier in the evening took her by the elbow and guided her past a partition to another part of the large room. Rhiannon had only a few moments to take in what was going on in the dim light. She could see a woman kneeling on a large Ottoman, arms tied behind her back, a shiny metal collar around her neck. One of the men was thrusting his cock into her mouth while another was playing with her pussy. The sounds of slapping drew her attention to another part of the room where a woman was having her ass slapped by two guys while she straddled and rode a third man. Another woman, in leather cuffs and collar like her own, stood beside them and cheered them on.
She didn't have time to look any more, but the sounds of the room, the cries, whimpers, laughs, slaps, moans, and bodies rub together registered with her. The man at her elbow turned her to the wall. The large wooden "X" shape mounted there confused her for only a moment, but the hardware attachments at the top and bottom were self evident. Without a word, the man took the wrist of her left hand and raised it to the top of the left arm, snapping the ring on her leather wrist cuff to a locking hook. He repeated the process with her right hand. He put her feet on a raised wooden bar to connect her ankle cuffs to the contraption. She was spread eagle against the cross and she had a pretty good idea what was to happen next.
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