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Veronica sat quietly, looking at her spread legs and testing the strength of her bonds. 
Try as she may, the leather straps and cuffs rigidly held her legs to the steel bars.  Her
hands hung uselessly behind her seat, still handcuffed.  Then the wide spread of her legs
began to cause a dull ache in her hip sockets and her jaws already ached from her large
gag.  She wished now that she had not buckled it so tightly.
	Without speaking, Bill opened the storage chest in Veronica’s cell and he removed
several articles before he walked behind Veronica.  Then he took the blindfold for
Veronica’s hood from her hands and he instructed his slave.
	“Veronica, I am going to put leather cuffs above your elbows and pull your arms tightly
together in a reverse prayer position.  After I remove your handcuffs, I want you to place
your arms and hands in a different position.”  Bill unlocked her handcuffs and he had
Veronica bend each of her arms at her elbows, so that her hands rose up behind her back,
with the palms of her hands facing each other.  Bill locked her spiked wrist cuffs
together, so that Veronica’s wrists touched each other.  Then he attached a chain to her
wrist cuffs that led to a ceiling pulley, went across her cell to another pulley and came
half way down the side of her cell wall to a hook, where it was temporarily clipped.  Bill
pulled the chain attached to Veronica’s wrist cuffs to draw her arms further up her back. 
Then he took two leather cuffs and strapped them around her arms, above each elbow. 
Finally, Bill used another strap to draw Veronica’s upper arm cuffs tightly together.
	Veronica gasped at the pain, in spite of her gag, as her arms drew together.  The strain
caused an immediate ache in her shoulder sockets and rendered her arms useless.
	“This is just the beginning Veronica,” Bill said, “I told you that I would punish you
for your tardiness and this device will give you the solitude you need to reflect upon
your bad habits.”
	As Veronica grunted in pain, Bill attached a chain to the front of her spiked collar and
ran it forward, through a ring welded to the center of the ‘T’ bar, where Veronica’s legs
were spread-eagled.  Bill attached the other end of the chain to a ratchet device and he
adjusted the chain’s tautness, so that it was tight between Veronica’s neck and the
ratchet take-up box.  Then he walked behind Veronica and gently pushed her torso forward. 
The ratchet immediately took up the slack between Veronica’s neck and the ring that the
chain passed through.  It clicked loudly as links of the chain disappeared into the
ratchet chain box.
	The ratchet was set so that it locked after each forward click and it did not allow
Veronica to pull her body back upright from her neck chain.  Bent slightly forward in her
awkward sitting position, Veronica watched her master walk over to her cell wall, where
the chain from her wrists attached.  He picked up a weight that had a hook welded to it
and he attached it to the end of the chain.
	“Twenty pounds ought to be enough to start with.”  Bill grinned as he let the weight
dangle from the end of the chain.
	Veronica shrieked into her gag almost immediately, as the weight pulled on the chain
attached to her wrists and caused excruciating pain in her arm sockets.  The only way she
could relieve part of her pain was to lean forward, allowing the chain to pull her arms
higher.  However, as soon as she bent forward, the ratchet took up the additional slack
from her neck chain and held her in a further bent over position.  Panicky, Veronica
realized that the device was designed to pull her upper torso and head down toward her
spread-eagled legs and each click of the ratchet kept her in a worse bent over position. 
This exerted more pressure on her hip and knee joints, causing further pain.  It was a
vicious cycle.