They positioned the vine between Beth’s labia, pulled up the weight slightly, and let it drop. The central pedestal could be cranked up and down with a simple foot pedal. The rising sun followed the special volunteers and their sacrificial victim as they returned to the glade in the jungle where Beth had first experienced pain with pleasure, as Riff and I had planned. Andrea and Jill had gone ahead of the group to heat food over an open fire. Padded sliding extensions provided rests and anchors for wrists and ankle cuffs. The table looked innocent enough, like a massage table. When Riff landed a stroke dead on her stiff nipples, Beth screamed in pain, and Riff raised his whip for another lash. She didn’t know as she ate that the broth contained a powerful blend of narcotics, pain killers, and aphrodisiacs harvested from a special garden of medicinal plants and lovingly simmered in a broth of wild game.
