He pushed her roughly to the rack where the wrist and ankle chains were removed, and she was fastened by the bands and collar to the smooth boards. A thick strap held her waist in place at her torso. With her ankles fitted in especially sturdy cuffs, her mind careened forward to the picture of her herself upside down with her crotch splayed for Sir Sagemore’s sadistic pleasure.
Casia’s eyes closed as the wheel began to turn and the strain of her predicament became clear. Blood rushed to her head, into her eyes. Her temples throbbed, her heart seemed to leap from her chest. Her p***y screamed to come, even the air passing over her excited skin seemed enough to bring her inner spasms to a peak. The wheel stopped with her crotch raised like an offering to the gods, straight up, her head inc
