Door nr 1

With a shaky voice she stuttered “door 1”

Richard helped her get up from the chair and forced her to hop towards her chosen door, every jump causing her breasts to bounce.

Richard slung the door open in a dramatic fashion and ushered her inside. The room was completly dark and once the door was closed behind her she was blind. The only proof that Richard had entered as well was the sound of a key put into a lock, and that lock being shut. Once the door was locked a soft *click* could be heard and the lights went on. She took a few seconds to let her eyes adjust to the light before opening them.

And in front of her stood a grinning Richard right behind him stood her torture device. She recognized it instantly, how could she not it was world famous.

A medieval stretching rack.

A rectangular slab of wood. At the bottom a piece of wood with 2 circular holes where the feet could be restrained. At the top a pair of leather cuffs with a chain leading to a large wooden wheel.