I´m hauled into the lair from the Hunter kicking and screaming with my arms anchored together behind my spine jumped in thin leather wires. I kick him because he squeezes a rag into my mouth then wraps elastic wrapping between my lips and then wraps it tightly around my head. He hooks my wrists into a chain dangling in the overhead pulley then cranks up my wrists high behind my back in a stict strappado. I scream into my gag as I believe my shoulders stretched to her limits. I hang helplessly in the brutal strappado making weak attempts to kick in the winch in the walls in hopes of alerting my chest. But the strain on my shoulder is too good and that I could ´t get to the winch along with my stiletto heels. The Hunter returns with more of the thin leather cords and bends to tie my elbows tightly together. I beg and sob into my gag because my ankles have been bound brutally snugly together. I’m concerned that I will drop and rip my arms out of my sockets like I balance within my stiletto heels. More thn leather cords are then wound around and up my forearms, crisscrossing from my wrists to elbows, crushing them more painfully together. He cranks the winch that a few more clicks as I scream into my gag and then he leaves me dangling helplessly from my wrists because the tight leather burns deep into my flesh.
