The Grind Mill had Mordecai's attention as his fingers stroked and pinched Helen's untouched labia. Frank had secured the both sluts to the hitch and harnessed them to the arm. They moved around the wheel endlessly. The placement of the harness and chains were perfect.<br/><br/>Should one of them falter and fail to keep moving the arm would keep rotating. It would drag them along in the dirt. Certain to be scraped up and that alone should encourage someone to keep on their feet. The harness was set so it would tighten around a body as it was dragged. Restraining any girl foolish enough to fall.<br/><br/>Mordecai reached for the fourth clamp. The fingers of his other hand pinching and pulling on Helen's lip. He pressed the clamp against her flesh and let it slowly bite down on her.  His fingers tugged on the lead to seat it solidly into her flesh.<br/><br/>One of the bitch's on the mill stumbled and looked like she recovered. It wouldn't take long to be begging to be beaten rather than dragged in the dirt any more. Mordecai would add things in that dirt at some point. He would add the other arm at some point. He would make all the sluts push it at some point and let the men enjoy that torture as well.<br/><br/>Mordecai turned back to the interrogation room with Maddy and the team. Reverend watching the action. Frank with words of encouragement.  Mordecai took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he saw Jonesy with the whip then give it back to the Reverend. Reverend had a solid reputation with a whip.  The man could make a length of leather do anything he wanted it to.<br/><br/>Mordecai's hand stroking into Helen's heat again. Tugging at her clamped pussy lips. Stroking up her belly to the leads on the clamps at her suffering nipples. He tugged there also.  His hand stroked down her body. Brushing across her flat belly before diving into her mound. He began rolling her clit between his thumb and index finger.<br/><br/>"Where do you think I will put the last clamp, Helen?" Mordecai asked.<br/>