Misty Dawn & The Raven Ch. 5

Fazul stepped close and grabbed one of Catherine's wrists. She shrieked a shrill protest and beat at the giant man with her other fist in total futility. Fazul pulled her roughly forward and lowered her into the stocks. The smooth polished deck ground coolly against Catherine's nipples that still ached from abuse by a multitude of vile fingers and depraved tongues. Charles grabbed her flailing arm and pulled her fully into place, her feet were kicking uselessly at the floor of the cabin as Fazul slammed the stocks together. Catherine felt the wood crush her hair against the back of her neck, and close around her small wrists. She could move all her appendages, but doing so rubbed her flesh with unfinished, grainy wood. She watched in abject horror as Fazul slowly and patiently fed the open loop of the dark Iron lock through the spread latch hole, snapping it home with one thrust of his meaty hand. The small metallic click of the lock snapping home was like a thunderclap in Catherine's ears. She began to sob once more.