He picked her up and took her to the crucifix. He lifted her up and put her wrists into straps along the horizontal part, suspending her from the cros.... He also tied her legs to the vertical beam to ensure she couldn’t struggle.She mphhed against the gag and tried to wriggle free but the straps were far stronger than her. He smiled and began to caress her nipples, rubbing them, causing her to moan and groan against the gag. He took up a piece of knotted roped and began to whip her tits till. Back in the west side of the basement, I again checked with my Magic senses for anyone down there but again found no one.On the east side of the basement, we again descended the stairs to the tunnel leading to the basement of the east wing of the Hall. Coming into it from the tunnel, it was much easier to estimate its size since it wasn't divided into rooms as the west wing had been, but it appeared to be the same size as the other wing. However, this was much busier area. There were stairs. As I crested the top of the cliff, the jingling of the bells stopped, and I heard the sound of joyous singing from my nymphet, drifting to my ears on the mid morning air. Scrabbling as quietly as possible to the cliff edge, I soon found my perfect viewpoint, sheltered by cliff top scrub, yet clear enough to lie down and move silently on a clear grassy area. Below me, and totally unaware of my presence, the young girl was seemingly preparing for a day by the sea; unpacking and unfurling a. I was, admittedly, a bit shy. There was no way I was going to just whip it out and show it off. We had to have a trade-off.“You show me what you have and I’ll show you what I have,” I countered.To my surprise, she took a step back, crossed her arms and pulled her form-fitting t-shirt over her head, tossing it over my computer screen She unfastened her brassiere, and slipped her arms out of the spaghetti straps, holding it in place with one hand.“You’re turn,” she said, holding her bra in place.