“The little slut” he murmured. “Your mother is far too lenient with you.” He slipped out the front door and saw three young men jumping the back fence, two of them were black. Carol should have been in school hours ago. His assumptions changed to robbery. Daren was no hero and had no thoughts of chasing them. If anything was taken, the insurance companies would handle it. He went back into the house.
In retrospect, he should have recognized the sounds of sobbing, despite the muffled nature. It was not at all what he had expected when he opened the bedroom door. In the center of the room with the sunlight highlighting her body she was naked on her knees and secured in a sort of restraint frame. He should have rushed to her, covered her with a blanket from the bed, released her and held her and comforted her, but the scene was so strange, so erotic he froze and stared.
The frame that held her was a simple affair with small padded triangular pedestal forced up against pubic bone to keep her ass raised in position. A wide strap around her waist held her in place. She was sobbing almost silently. Another strap held her shoulders to a padded horizontal bar. Her eyes were covered and her face was buried in a padded ring like one might see attached to a massage table. Her shoulders were at least ten inches lower than her hips, but the face pad was tilted upward, holding her head back between her shoulder blades. The arrangement forced her to keep her back arched. Two more straps around he... Læs hele novellen
