“I...can’t!”
Gisele held up a hand and the pinwheel, the thousand bee stings from the quirt stopped. She came out of the shadows, took a long look at me.
“You little slut! You’re actually enjoying this.”
No, I wasn’t. I wasn’t! But Gisele held up her hand, covered in my p***y juices. She wiped it across my face.
Hilary grunted and pointed at something in the corner where Gisele had stood. They dragged it out to the light. It was big, all wooden boards and dowels assembled at sharp angles to each other. I hung there while Hilary adjusted the settings to my height and how far my legs could spread. Calm, methodical, like she had done this many times. I hung there, mesmerized at her cool professionalism. In a way, it helped keep me calm too while the pain faded from my t**s and my sore, so
