Chapter Twelve
A Gift Horse
Every breath that Allison sucked in through clenched teeth was agony. She looked down at her breasts in disbelief. They stood out in front of the bars that they were trapped between like a pair of small balloons. The flesh was discolored, an angry reddish purple. Every movement of her body sent angry tremors of pain through the engorged flesh. Her shoulders ached from the way the stocks held them straight out from her back, but the hold of the rough wood would not allow her to change their position.
Allison clenched her eyes closed, trying to block out the horrible torment to her body. She hated herself for falling into his trap, for giving him yet another excuse to torture her and punish her. A part of her knew that she should not blame herself for what he d
