Helen gulped. She backed up to the wall and slid alongside it until she reached the designated spot.
“Turn around,” Eleanor said. “I said turn around, face that wall!”
Helen’s face turned three shades of red, but she did as told.
“Good. Now, someone give me hand. We need to rearrange a few things.”
***
There was no shortage of helping hands. I was dragged off the rape rack, retied in a loose hog and thrown against the wall near an embarrassed Helen. Naomi wound up taking my place on the rape rack, legs spread to their limit. Like me, her hands worked futilely at the air while her wide, wide eyes took in everything as the next line up of rapists readied themselves.
“Mistress Eleanor!” she begged. “Mistress! Why me? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Have you now? Seems to me I had to d
