Chapter Eleven
“It’s about time you woke up,” said Brant gruffly.
Regina stirred and sat up. The clink of chain told her that her first thought upon waking, that the whole sordid experience had been no more than a nightmare, was false. She reached up to explore the metal band around her throat. Cold, heavy links trailed between her breasts and draped one thigh before attaching to a ring bolted to the floor. The cushion she sat upon had been covered with a particularly scratchy grade of wool. It abraded her punished bottom, producing a prickling sensation where she sat. She flexed her cheeks experimentally, aware of pings of protest from her stretched anal opening as it contracted. She was surprised to find that she wasn’t as sore as she expected to be. Her buttocks were only bruised, not
