Punished On The Breaking Wheel (Dark Defloration Menage Erotica) (Cruel Devices Book 9)
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Punished On The Breaking Wheel (Dark Defloration Menage Erotica) (Cruel Devices Book 9)
Unblemished Helga knows that now she is eighteen she must undertake the initiation that marks womanhood in her village. But the ceremony is marked by secrecy. She knows nothing until she is led into the crypt and her eyes fall upon the horror that is the breaking wheel.
A village favorite for torturing criminals, Helga knows nothing good can come from being bound to the wheel, legs splayed and body exposed. As the night progresses, she will find herself deep in the throes of humiliation, naked, bound and made master to the men of the village.
Warning: Punished On The Breaking Wheel is an erotic book featuring themes of strong bondage and humiliation, defloration, gang penetration and reluctant bodily penance. It is STRICTLY for adults only and fans of dark erotica.
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EXCERPT I lock up in fright. There, in the centre of the room, lying flat and raised from the floor on a giant spindle, is the breaking wheel. But they cannot mean to kill me? Surely not. The wheel is lit by a candelabra above that casts only the very centre with flickering light. Slowly my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness and I scream again as I see more hooded figures standing around the very edges of the room. Apart from the hoods, they are naked, haunting silhouettes. Excluding Tobin’s girthy member, I have never seen another man’s ____, but here before me must be five or six in total, bent and misshapen, long and hard, soft, short. Some have their hands upon them while others swing large as clubs between their master’s legs. Fear claws its way down my back and any illusion I had the initiation would be a merry, joyous occasion begins to slip from my mind.
