Chapter Eleven
X-Frame
There were two bound slaves in the playroom. In spite of the leather hood covering her head I recognized one as Becky, all splayed out on a tilted slightly back X-frame. Leather straps cut into her arms and legs. But most of my attention was elsewhere.
Maddy hung from the ceiling stretched out like a tight piano wire; a rope from the ankles tied to a ring in the floor made sure she stayed that way. She lazily rotated to reveal red stripes that criss-crossed her thighs, stomach, ass and back. Rigid feet pointed at the floor. The head hung forward in exhaustion. Short hair obscured some of the face. Skin sweat glistened.
Jeannine had stripped to the waist, her own sweat nearly a match for Maddy’s as her long, red hair was pasted to her wiry frame. She stalked aroun
