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Chapter Eight-3
Anne only groaned The combined tension of being stretched over the bar with her t**s pulled down to the floor, her shoulders and hips aching from the spreading chains, the cruel bit gag pulling her head back and the outward tension of the elbow and knee chains holding her legs rigid was too much. She was helpless and hurting and the f*****g hadn’t yet begun. “Okay. It’s time,” Jean said, standing behind Anne where the boy/girl couldn’t see her. She bent down and picked up the leather, rubber and plastic combination of waist and crotch belt with the frontal plate that sported three fake, but quite anatomically accurate, d***s. The largest two were mounted on the heavy studded leather front triangle of the harness and the third, only slightly smaller, was on a sliding leather loop that all
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