Chapter Eight
Bridges To When
I am tied up in shadows.
The bottom of my thighs rest on metal pipes, while a single one in back presses against my spine, cold and unforgiving. There is warmth, but only from the ropes that hold me in place in such a tight position. My legs are drawn up on either side of the metal pipe chair, completely off the floor, tied to the rear of the chair’s seat. My arms are roped behind, elbow to elbow, and point straight down in back. There is no real ‘seat’ to the chair, just pipes arranged in a rounded off, empty square, leaving my p***y and asshole open and available. From below there is an occasional whir of gears and two dildos reach up to penetrate me, mostly one at a time, but sometimes together. My p***y is slick and eagerly accepts the one in front, whi
