Chapter Thirteen
A second posting …
I was taken from the club in shackles. Metal ankle cuffs with a chain between them kept me from walking more than awkward baby steps. Other metal cuffs were fit snugly around my wrists; and with my hands drawn up behind me, they were attached to a ring on the shiny collar that gripped my throat like a vise.
I suffered my greatest pain when two-inch clamps were fitted over the pouch of my labia so they could tug them apart; so, anyone could see the s****l bounty of my private stash. The clamps then attached with lengths of chain to a metal belt about my waist. All the wet warmth of my purple snatch became fair game for an inquisitive eye. Not only was I crudely exposed, the clamps chewed meanly into my skin, and when I moved, they tugged with a shockin
