I had spent hours adoring the rack and its simplistic beauty, dreaming of being bound there myself, legs and arms spread, helpless and lewd. Now Siste... Margaret started to turn the large handle at its side, and the ropes picked up slack. Two turns more, and my legs were tugged apart. With each turn and its clicking sounds, my legs were spread further and my arms pulled towards the ceiling. Ten more, and my arms were extended straight upwards. Another one, and the pull there got so much that my. "One of the men returned from the blacksmith's forge with pincersand a heated knife. While one man pulled her outer labia apart,the other pulled one of the inner lips with the pincers, stretching itoutward. Then, with the point of the hot knife, he began to detachthe glistening membranes from their origin on either side of thevagina. Heather screamed, in pain and fear, as the hot knifecauterized the wound, coagulating the blood. There was a briefrespite, while the man went to reheat the. I had my camera and binoculars that both have night vision capability. I even brought my parabolic ear so that I could hear almost any conversation that I wanted too. Now all I had to do was wait.My sixteen-year-old daughter Tonya was among the first to arrive. She had to be one of the ringleaders because she was in the pickup truck that had the beer kegs in it.The way the kids pay for the beer is to sell the cups for five dollars each. As time passed they drank, danced, and made out.. Finally, Cameron unlaced Heather’s corset and removed it. She stood naked in the candlelight and she heard Cameron take a deep breath. ‘You are beautiful, Heather. Everything I imagined . . . ‘ His word trailed off as Heather stripped him of his dressing gown. She smiled to herself as she traced her fingers over his huge, throbbing cock. ‘I want to fuck you, Heather,’ Cameron said. ‘Yes, Cameron. Fuck me. Put that hard cock in my hungry little cunt.’ Cameron pushed Heather to the floor and.