my nipples off. I couldn't hunch down to ease the pain because I'd break my little fingers.

My body was forced to stand frozen in constant pain for hours. Once in a while my arms would go numb. It was a blessing that only lasted for a second. My feet were on fire from the strain of holding my weight. I'd shift without meaning to. The shift would jerk one of the cords. The cord would cause pain someplace else and I'd jerk my head. My head would pull my arms and my body would fill with scaring pain again.

I was at the point of sheer exhaustion when they finally came for me. I was untied and led down the hall by my cunt-hair. We made a humiliating entrance into a large room filled with men. There was a raised stage in the center. Led by my cunt-hair, I was pulled onto the stage. Many of the men in the room were American.

"Gentlemen-this is the newest attraction from across the border. She's here for one weekend only. A genuine U.S. redhead. Fresh and guaranteed to writhe and scream for your delight. Bidding for private pleasure will begin as soon as the show's over."

The men stared hungrily from the dimly lit section. I shivered. My arms, shoulders and neck ached in excruciating pain from the hours of bondage I'd already suffered. I whimpered as my arms were wrenched over my head and locked into the wrist cuffs dangling from the ends of two separate chains.

I heard a grating noise. The chains rattled and squeaked as they tightened. I felt the cold, metal cuffs bite cruelly into my wrists. I was pulled to my tiptoes and then off the floor. An iron cuff was snapped around each ankle and I was spread-eagled.

"Start the show," the man whispered hoarsely into the microphone.