Chapter Thirteen
It was no good trying to find a less uncomfortable position. The best Krissy could do was shift her weight a little bit from one foot to the other every so often. The heavy iron frame they had her bound to wouldn’t permit any more movement than that. She stood with her hands up at the level of her head, trapped there in some sort of yoke. Black Velcro straps circled her wrists and her neck, keeping her arms in place. Her legs were spread, more Velcro straps circling her ankles. She was naked and on display, and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. She couldn’t say anything about it either, because there was a hard rubber bit gag wedged between her jaws, held tightly in place. From time to time she couldn’t help dribbling a little onto her breasts.
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