“Fuck, baby, let me see.” Cora dashes over to me, worried. She grabs my arm and examines my wound.
“Let’s get this cleaned up; she’ll pay for this,” Cora demands, scowling at the girl.
She leads me over to the small kitchen, fussing over me like you would a child. She snatches the first aid kit and cleans me up, wrapping a bandage around it.
A chorus of screams breaks out, and we run back into the torture room, which used to be the master bedroom before we renovated it to something we would get more use out of.
“Quick, shove something in her mouth,” I order Cora.
She looks over at the freezer, walks up to it, and opens the door. She digs around and pulls out the girl’s fingerless palm.
Walking back over with an evil cackle, she shoves it into her mouth deep enough that I hear her jaw crack, and she starts choking, saliva running down the corners of her mouth.
Cora whispers diabolically in her ear, “How does your palm taste?”
The girl silently cries, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the saliva. Cora laps it up with her entire tongue.
“Fuck me on top of her,” Cora instructs me, already taking all her clothes off.
Unbuckling my belt, I wrap it as tightly as I can around her neck, fastening it.
“Down on all fours,” I growl. She obeys.
“Ass in the air or I’ll make the belt tighter.”
I place my boot in between her shoulder blades, forcing her into the perfect position as I loom over her.
“Complete submission, pet,” I growl at her.
Letting go of the belt, I go to sit down on the wooden chair and take in the sight of her.
Slapping my thigh, she leaps up onto all fours, head down, and crawls over to me, stopping and sitting up on her knees with her hands in her lap.
Opening the freezer, which is directly beside me, I find what I’m looking for. “Open,” I tell her.
Cora opens her mouth wide as I hold the finger sideways, touching each side of her mouth. “Close.”
She does as she’s told. Standing up, I grab the end of the belt and command, “Walk, pet.”
She goes down on all fours and crawls like a dog beside my right leg, and I pull the belt up, making her stop. “Oh, pet, you’re walking too fast.”
She slows her pace, crawling around the special chair where our captive is being restrained.
When we first started our hunting expedition, AJ gutted the master bedroom in the RV and drew blueprints for a custom OBGYN chair, also known as the special chair.
We put all our female victims in it.
It looks like your typical OBGYN chair, except it's a pro model.
The arms of the chair are thicker and longer, able to accommodate any body size. Both have bulky leather cuffs that buckle around the wrist on each arm.
Each leg stirrup has a table boot attached. AJ, being the sick bastard he is, thought of every detail. The table boots are ‘L’ shaped and made of solid plaster, so when the legs are in the boot, the boot comes up to mid-calf. The bottom of your foot lies flat and is open in the front with no plaster. This allows circulation. Each boot has a leather cuff that buckles around the calf.
The leg stirrups are very adjustable and can be spread completely horizontal, allowing all holes to be accessible.
The chair is vinyl to make for a quick cleanup.
Right underneath the vinyl seat is an extendable table that comes out to a little over two feet. It comes in handy and can handle extra weight.
