Chapter Eight - Vinnie
“No!” Stein shouted. He yanked her wrist chains up and dragged her across the floor to one of the steel columns where he’d placed blanket and pillow. With Richie’s help, he pulled her arms back over her head and chained her wrists together behind the pole. She lay on her back unable to touch her cunt or rub it against anything. For several minutes she lay there squirming and gasping. “Save it, Mrs. Ryan,” Stein said, “save it.” He covered her with another blanket. Gradually she relaxed and just before she fell into an exhausted sleep, she heard them both go down the hall and then the faint metallic clicking of the door bolts.
In her dream she sat on a velvet-covered throne. Kneeling at her feet was her uncle dressed in sacramental robes. He begged to be allowed to
