By CFlex
Chapter 3 – ‘Shrinky Dinked’
Grant saw the rolls of plastic lying near the bottom of his rack. His mind, still reeling over all of the new sensations he was feeling, managed to string another thought together, “I don’t know what’s about to happen with the plastic, but it can’t be good for me.” The mounting points on the front uprights, the ones his ankle cuffs were attached to, got loosened and his ankles began to move from the bottom of the upright.
But instead of putting his body in the gyno position again, they stopped when his knees began to bend. The restraining straps he had on earlier were put back in place around each of his knees and tied off at the front uprights of his rack. Then he felt his left foot get freed from its moveable mount.
“These bastards know what they’re doing,” Grant mused, “they aren’t about to give me any opportunities to kick at them.” But he thought if he were patient enough, the opportunity for escape would present itself. Grant also knew that former Deputy Luke Owens, still forced on his knees in front of Grant’s rack, was thinking the same thing. He didn’t know who the unfortunate civilian was kneeling next to Owens, but the guy looked able enough and Grant hoped he’d follow their lead when the time came.