He laughed, the sound as ugly and cruel as his whip had been.<br/><br/>"That's hardly a warm up my pet..." he said as he drew her over to the rack.  He lifted her and sat her on it, taking hold of her legs and making her straddle the wide wooden table, pulling her sex lewdly open.  Each of her feet rested on the stone floor and her legs bent at the knee.  He pulled her legs to a pair of wooden posts on each side of the device and strapped each of her legs just below the knee and again at the ankle.  Then he laid her back, his grip firm and brooking no resistance.  Moving up he pulled her hands up above her head and into a set of leather cuffs which he tightened until her circulation was slowed.  A thin chain was attached to the cuffs, which ran up around a pulley and to a wheel with a large handle.<br/><br/>"Do you understand what the rack does?" he asked as he slowly turned that handle, the wheel clicking with each movement as a brace ticked off against the teeth of it to hold it in place when he let go.