Chapter Eleven
Back at the Grindstone
Jessica struggled against her captor as he led her toward the waiting wheel, but the attempt was futile. Within minutes, she was once again strapped in place to the heavy wooden cog, its second arm standing before her. He smiled as he set the cattle prod in motion ahead of her, his hand absently fondling her bare breasts.
Without another word, he stepped back, and she strained forward against the straps. It took everything that she could muster to set the wheel in motion, her body already feeling ready to collapse when she was just beginning. She pressed forward with all her might, watching helplessly as she failed to keep pace with the second arm and its wicked prod. Halfway around, a television flickered to life. She saw herself on its small scree
