They’re gonna like that sweet little body of yours. I don’t care if you threaten to tell my father about me or not. I’m not going to be used any more! Then he turned to the door. Hank came through the door, pushing a heavy metal table mounted on wheels.
There were straps dangling from either end of it. There was no doubt in Sue’s mind that Hammer wanted to strap her to the table. Her skin crawled at the thought of being at his mercy. Sue shrieked as the two big men wrestled her up onto the table.
Hank took the opportunity to cup one of her tits in his meaty hand. She was quickly strapped down, her hands over her head, her ankles bound to the lower end of the metal table, far apart, so that her thighs gaped open. Cool air washed over the girl’s naked cunt. She realized how vulnerable her crotch was. Stubborn anger flared in Sue’s eyes.
Smiling, Frank took a metal rod from his coat pocket. It was about an inch and a half thick and two feet long. The other end was rounded off smoothly. This, my sweet little Suzy, is something the French used when they were in Algeria. It was a magic wand that made people do whatever the French wanted them to do. They would betray their friends, tell secrets, promise to be good in the future.