Chapter Thirty
Into the Maelstrom
Once Bobby was suspended identically to the night before Toni gently closed the cage door. Trapped between the bars, his face protruded a bit through.
For all his brave talk and obvious submissive lust, he looked petrified at the savage chanting of the mob.
The flickering glare of the bonfire gleamed on his sweaty forehead and on his sweatier, stressfully bowed and welted-up body. It shone yellow on the big steel ring between his teeth and the gaping wet hole this held open, and also on the little hooks snubbing back his snout. Feeling an unfamiliar pang for the willing b***h (along with her persistent premonition that disaster still threatened), Mistress Toni locked him in and hung the key back around her neck.
This gave her only a ghost of the po
