Chapter Nine
Forcep’s Encore
Back in the underground bomb shelter, but in another lower room, Forcep was once again the center of attention and the prime source of entertainment. As before, she seemed to enjoy it. She was now displayed in a spread-eagle position with her back against the cold wall. She hung by her already bruised wrists, a large diameter spider gag holding her jaws wide open and a combination hook arrangement pulling her nose upwards, spreading her nostrils wide across her face. Her expression, with sweat-stained blond hair hanging down over her eyes and tongue lulling out through the circular gag, was less than one of comfort or happiness. Forcep’s youthful body showed the bloody and bruised effects of several beatings by cane, cat and whip during the party and she was
