Chapter Twelve
Hang Up
What they were about to do to her, she was certain,
was explicitly what she had told them they were never to do.
The hanging cage was diabolically designed to keep its prisoner on her toes not only because of the overhead bondage of her wrists, but also because of a curved, solid bar that ran from front to back between her legs, replacing the chastity belt now and then. The double dildoes mounted in the curved saddle on the bar forced Marianne to stay on her toes as long as she could and then to slowly, reluctantly, ease herself down onto the impossible thickness and length of the twin prongs, feeling them probe deeper and deeper into her body. Gradually lowering herself, she again experienced the mixed thrill and pain as the steel c***s pushed aside internal or
