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touching the inside of the window. A naked blonde woman was lying spread-eagled upon it, her outstretched arms and legs bound with ropes, so that Vanessa found herself looking up between her parted legs into the open wet gash of her vulva. The woman’s head was raised on a pillow, so that Vanessa saw her pretty face almost full-on. A gag strap covered her mouth, but she was not blindfolded and her bright eyes were wide and expectant as she looked down the valley of her proud breasts, which were capped by bright-red nipples, seemingly gazing directly at Vanessa.
    Vanessa flinched back guiltily, ashamed to be caught staring at somebody in such a wretched and humiliating position, and gave an apologetic shrug. But the girl showed no sign she had seen her, and after a moment turned her head to one side and stared at the wall.
    Suddenly Vanessa understood the purpose of the bright lights and shading awnings. The poor girl couldn’t see her because the window was made of one-way glass. From the other side it probably looked like a mirror. All she could see was herself, spread out, exposed, waiting helplessly for anybody to come in and make use of her as they wished …
    Vanessa shuddered. Who could possibly contrive such degradation?
    In the window of the next illuminated room, Vanessa was presented with a well-rounded pair of blushing-red buttocks, criss-crossed with purple weals and strap marks. A woman had been bent over a sturdy trestle and her wrists and ankles tied to the base of its frame. Her spread legs exposed plump dark-haired pudenda which swelled ripely beneath the deep cleft of her abused bottom. To add to her misery, a plumb-line weight had been clipped to her inner labia, stretching them into thin taut pink tongues as it hung between her thighs. Beside her was a rack of hooks on which was suspended a selection of crops, whips and tawses.
    Even as Vanessa’s stomach churned at the thought of the suffering she must have undergone, she glimpsed out of the corner of her eye a figure approaching from the other end of the alley. Immediately she began examining the stanchion that supported the window awning, taking out an adjustable spanner from her toolkit and checking the tightness of its mounting bolts. Risking a sideways glance, she saw a voluptuous woman, dressed in black thigh boots and a body stocking, carrying an oddly shaped rod or stick. As Vanessa watched, she entered the last illuminated room in the row.
    Continuing her show of checking the awnings, Vanessa edged along as quickly as she dared to the window of the room and looked in. A girl with coffee-dark skin was doubled up and suspended from a heavy bar, which dangled from a large ring set in the middle of the ceiling.
    From hooks set close to each end of the bar hung chains which connected to heavy rubber and metal cuffs locked about the captive’s ankles, splaying her legs painfully wide so that the tendons behind her slightly bent knees stood out sharply. Her wrists were cuffed to the bar directly above her shoulders, drawing her arms straight upwards either side of her head. Another of the red ball-gags plugged her mouth . The weight of her upper body tipped her bottom up and forwards until she was in balance, as though offering up her exposed private parts. Her plump pudenda pouted through a crown of tight, glossy black curls. Under the tension of her spread legs her lips gaped wide, exposing the intimate folds of her inner labia and the mouth of her vagina. Below the fleshy fullness of her vulva was the sooty wellhead of her anus.
    The body-stockinged woman was walking round her, stroking and petting her captive, talking as she did so. The girl’s large, soft brown eyes rolled appealingly in their sockets as she strove to follow her. Vanessa pressed the button and the speakers came to life: ‘… so I think we’ll work on making your anus a little more accommodating,’ the woman was saying. ‘You don’t want to disappoint the clients, do