Chapter Eleven
Pendulum Perch
“There, that should please Stasia.” Mara stepped back to admire her lewd artistry. I was strapped to a large X-shaped cross that bowed forward, shoving my buttocks rudely forward so my c**k hung free in the air between my uncomfortably wide-spread thighs. Straps held my wrists, my elbows, my shoulders, the top of my thighs and my knees and ankles tight against the cross. My body was held absolutely motionless and unable to move a millimeter, totally immobilized. I wasn’t going anywhere soon. Whatever was about to happen to me, I would be utterly unable to prevent or avoid it. Someone unspeakably cruel was about to enjoy the carnal delights of my naked masculinity.
Mara reached forward and jiggled my scandalously displayed manhood with her coiled whip. “You’
