Lisle could only shake her rubber-encapsulated head slightly.
“No?” asked Brillcart, reaching over and tugging lightly on the chain and weight hanging from her pendulous left breast. Lisle hummed inside the rubber hood.
“Well, I guess that plan is shot,” he said, laughing. “And, of course your knees must hurt a tad by now, eh? Wondering how this lovely set-up works, are you? Well, here’s the picture you present to me. You are kneeling on a nice pallet of closed cell foam, which is why you can still even feel your knees. You are on all fours, as they say, with your legs spread apart a few feet to either side and held there by ropes from your ankles, which pull them back and to either side. So there is no motion possible for your legs or feet. Your knees are tied as well, of course, pulled
