Her mouth was stretched wide by the ball gag, her facial features distorted to a grotesque mask of pain, one that suited admirably her situation. She was naked and spread-eagled, upright but held back against the heavy timbers of the wooden cross, crucified and yet that suffering wasn’t enough – her true suffering was only about to begin.

In the cold and musty smelling basement the lighting was as low the ceilings and the flickering hue on the old stone walls danced with reflected light from the burring torches and braziers. The temperature was chill but still a coating of perspiration covered her skin, on her breasts and stomach, the fronts of her thighs and in the creases of her crotch, her pussy slit and the cleft of her backside. The trembling girl could smell the awful odour of her own armpits and if not for the gag keeping her jaws apart, she felt sure her teeth would be chattering. It wasn’t the cold for the sinister hot coals of the braziers burned brightly and evenly, radiating heat throughout the low basement area. It was fear, her utter terror at being imprisoned so and – how she had come to be here? She did not know. Her mind was a blank from the moment she had gone to the car park to put her shopping in the boot. It was all so hazy and yet, now, so very real and horrifying. Her head throbbed from the drug, it must have been a drug that knocked her out, for she could recall no violence being used nor of feeling anything but an overwhelming tiredness.

Jenny tried to hold back, tensing her muscles to check the flow, her bladder had been aching relentlessly during the long hours she had been awake since coming round from the drug-induced haze. Her wrists and arms ached, pulled out to the sides and up above her shoulders the blood had long since flowed back and her limbs were numbed and cold. Even the raw pain of the straps binding them back to the wooden frame had subsided as had the similar chaffing pain around her ankles. She felt so exposed and vulnerable; it was humiliating and shaming to have her legs pulled wide and her sex displayed. Even though there was no-one to see her, someone must have brought her here and bound her so. At that thought she began to sob again, as she had done many times in the horrible stillness of the dungeon rooms. Tears welled up again in her reddened eyes and rolled down her cheeks to drip from her chin onto her naked breasts, her head felt cold, her hair gone, shaved away to remove her crowning glory and – to ruin the looks that she so treasured and had always been at pains to maintain. It was at that thought that she broke down completely, her stomach and belly undulating and her shoulders shaking with heartfelt and heaving sobs of the deepest misery and fear she had ever known.

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