The rack

“Both of you have tremendous racks,” I said. “I think you would look good on another sort of rack.”

Their desks were instantly replaced with medieval **** racks. The two women were both clearly nervous about this hardcore punishment, but they did not protest, as if they accepted that they did indeed deserve to be tortured. They lay flat on their backs, sticking out their impressive chests. Two metal cuffs at each end of each rack held their limbs in place, arms extended straight up above their heads and legs at just the right angle for me to tear their panties off and shove my dick in their tight pussies.

Ah, patience. Anticipation makes it more pleasurable.

“Those racks have ten settings,” I explained. “Setting 1 is nothing. Setting 2 is very uncomfortable. Setting 4 usually causes people to confess. Setting 7 will tear your limbs from their sockets, and Setting 10 is instant ****.” I paused to let my works sink in. “Let’s jump to setting 3, shall we?”

I tightened the crank on Hilary’s rack first. Lindsay peered over at the pained expressions on her face with sadistic delight. With every whimper Hilary gave, it seemed like Lindsay was struggling to hold back a delighted schadenfreudic giggle.

I had slightly exaggerated the power of the rack in order to build tension, but when Hilary was at setting three her arms were stretched tightly above her and she had very little ability to bend her knees or elbows.

“Right, Lohan, now it is your turn,” I said.

Lindsay’s facial expression rapidly changed from delight to fear. Showing no sympathy, I ratcheted up the rack, tightening Lindsay’s body. Soon her arms were pulled taut straight above her head. Hilary on the other rack took no pleasure in Lindsay’s suffering, not least because she no longer had the freedom to observe it.

“You will remain on the rack until it is no longer necessary. However, in the meantime, perhaps some sexual re-education is necessary?”

Lindsay let out an affirmative moan. I cupped her breasts in my hands and she purred with pleasure. Now, what to do with her?