Chapter Two
Katrine wasn’t screaming. She wasn’t gagged except for a thin strap that was drawn between her teeth and pulled her cheeks back, giving her a rictus-like expression. Each blow with the stiff wooden cane left a long red trace across her exposed and bent over ass, but the only sounds she made were low grunts each time the cane struck. She was tightly rope-bound over a hard hassock-like cube covered in stained leather. Her naked belly pressed into the leather top surface and her breasts hung down on the front side while her thighs were strapped and spread on the other side. Another strap held her head down. Her arms were bound behind her back; wrists pulled up high and tied to each opposite shoulder. The most annoying strap came up from the hassock, split the lips of her p***y an
