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Marianne hung in the middle of a room that appeared to be designed specifically for one purpose—effectively immobilizing a submissive. Hanging from a fixed bar was a heavy wooden yoke into which her head and hands were placed and securely locked. Her legs were likewise hobbled by a bar that braced them a foot apart. There was some mobility to her bondage, but very little, and what mobility there was seemed treacherous, given what was about to follow.
The blur of faces that surrounded her were frightening, so she closed her eyes. Then for what seemed like an eternity, she felt the sting of leather whips and crops and the smacks from paddles and implements she refused to see. The erratic nature of their cruelty made her body snap back and swerve and bounce almost uncontrollably in her
