Chapter Four
Hang Up
There, hanging from a rusty chain that looked like it might once have been used as an anchor chain on some ancient sailing vessel, was a naked, blond woman, slowly twisting back and forth, her toes a few inches above the stone floor. She was short even by any standards, but well proportioned with nice breasts, a tiny waist and an ass that resembled two soccer balls. Well, maybe not that big, but perfectly rounded and well mounted without any sign of gravity or age. Not a trace of cellulite. She wore a tightly fitted leather discipline helmet that molded to her small head. A tail of light yellow hair, gathered into a braid, exited the top center of the leather helmet. To complete the head gear, she wore a heavy metal brank with eye pads and a mouth band as well. The b
