She had a sinking feeling about that, though.
At last, he finished with Amber and hauled her up over his shoulder. Just as Jen expected, he walked her over to the machine, the lights automatically rising to illuminate it as he approached. Jen could hear Amber's gasp of fear as she got her first glimpse of it.
He lowered her onto one side of the beam, straddling it and facing the trunk, and undid her ankles from the hogtie just long enough to lock them again into cuffs at its base. Amber groaned in anger: she was being forced to stand on her tiptoes just to keep her smooth p***y resting lightly on the beam. It was at just the right height so that if she let herself down at all, the studded dildo would start pushing itself into her cunt.
Jen began to struggle desperately as he turned back
