She whimpered, tucking her ass back, trying to dig her bare feet into the cold concrete floor while struggling against the big man. It was futile. His fingers bruised her flesh, leaving long red marks on her skin as he tugged her forward to the pillory. Quickly, he swept her up in his arms, kicking the lower hinges open and thrusting in her legs through the larger holes. Carla tried pulling from his grip. The device crashed down with the sound of a slicing guillotine, making her flesh crawl with horror.

"Now for the arms."

Carla was no match for his strength. In a moment he had opened the top portion of the device, shoving her wrists through the hole, forcing her forward until her elbows were well into the curved grooves. Again he slammed the wood down, locking it in place. Only-now did the full force of her fear and panic descend on her. At least there in the office she could use her arms and legs to defend himself. At least there she could twist around, hiding her cunt, her ass, her tits from the belting and kicking. But now Carla saw she was completely held in place, unable to move at all, held in place by the pillory.

"Stop this! Stop this!"

She bounced her ass up and down, her plump reddened asscheeks jiggling against one another. She screamed and pulled back, trying to break the brass hinges still holding her fast. Carla saw she couldn't even tip the pillory over, the device as braced by wooden two-by-fours on either side at the bottom to steady it. The only thing not braced was her ass, sagging down from the pillory, prancing invitingly up and down as if waiting for another belting smack. Mike watched her approvingly, taking her chin in his right hand and squeezing his fingers. They were pressing right at the junction of her upper and lower jaw. Carla stopped her writhing and screaming, a shock of pain racing along her facial nerve and making her cheeks shudder. The agony was like a ragged saw cutting into her brain.