Chapter Fourteen
The Head Cage
Dr Jannason
We returned to the cell to find Delilah sitting on the floor, attempting, one-handed, to somehow prize the oversized breast cups away from her body, however, just their mere presence and size acted to limit her. When we entered, she turned to us as quickly as her restraints allowed, then toppled helplessly onto her back with a clattering of her metal garments, struggling madly against them while she rolled awkwardly on the floor before us. She tried to kick out, but when her legs straightened, the wrist separator bar snapped into its receivers on the front of her waist band and harshly jerked her elbows in behind her back. Delilah lay thrashing on the floor, back bowed upward while subdued, wordless howls of misery blasted from her shackled
