The wind whistled from my lungs. My feet came off the ground as my knees came up in reflex. He didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. He hit me again. My eyes bugged out. My tongue flopped from my already gaping mouth. I turned beet-red. My lungs gasped for air.

The man let me get a half-breath before hitting me again. The other one dropped me in a heap, leaving me to writhe on the floor at their feet.

"Bind her!" the first one ordered.

I was in too much agony to fight it. I felt their knees crushing my shoulders. Pieces of wire were being tightened around my thumbs. They were tied

tight enough so they wouldn't come loose. But they weren't tied so tight they'd cut the circulation off.

The men twisted my arms behind me in hammer locks. A collar was placed around my forehead with rings in the front and back. My arms were jerked to their extremes and tied to the band.

They fastened a piece of thin, rough rope to the link in front. One of them knotted a metal link into the other end and pulled it between my legs. They pushed it into the center of my gash. They brought it up the crack of my ass and let it lie loosely for a second.

I was rolled onto my back. Pain shot through my arms. I thought I'd pass out. I screamed and begged for mercy. The two men didn't listen. Each man grabbed a tit. They tied wire nooses around my nipples. The nooses were pulled tight. The wire bit into my flesh so cruelly it would ruin me before it came free. The men pulled those wires over my shoulders. Checking the thin rope to be sure it was still in place, they secured the wires tightly to the ring on the loose end. My nipples stretched in taut agony.

I was dragged back into the closet. A cable was looped around each of my little fingers and hooked to one of the rings in the ceiling. I was left standing on my tiptoes. If I moved my head one way, I strained my arms and thumbs to the point of pulling them from the joints. If I moved it the other, my gash was scraped raw and it almost tore