Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward and ran them over the stainless steel that looped around front of Linda's feet and hands in from one steel rod on one side to the other rod on the other side.Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward and ran them over the stainless steel that looped around front of Linda's feet and hands in from one steel rod on one side to the other rod on the other side. Hilda pulled each of the four straps tight and buckled them into the sewn buckles on Linda's palms and the bottom of her feet so that her hands and were stretched out straight from her arms and her feet pointed like a ballet dancer. Then and only then did Hilda stop and relax. She looked down at Linda with pure hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said "Welcome to Hilda's `Palace', Linda, you bitch! You are sitting in my masterpiece that I developed when I got tired of you whores trying to kick the hell out of me when I was working you over and which I also developed because it makes you totally helpless and completely at my mercy. But you ain't seen nothin' yet my pret- ty! This little `chair' you're sitting in is much more than a chair." And with that she tipped the "chair" forward so that Linda was hanging from it, her stomach horizontal, looking at the floor, her head horizontal, on her knees. She maneuvered the elbow part of what Linda had earlier thought were just armrests for her arms, on each side, so that Linda's arms straightened out instead of being bent as they were when she was strapped into this thing and so her stretched hands and finger tips pointed straight down at the floor and the hoops at the ends of the hands touched the pure white vinyl cushioned floor. |