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If you know who wrote this and what their copyright is, please email evault@mailcity.com THE SECOND TRIP Things settled down in their lives after the first six months. Relatives no longer were on their doorstep every Sunday. Ike was nearly joyful in his work, being able to count on his regular hours, every day. He took particular delight in declining the overtime. It was still required, but he said he could just as easily retire, and so the superintendents subsided. Oh, he did work the occasional overtime, more as a favor to his fellow workers who might have something planned; that is, he gave favors when he and Mary did not have something planned. Mary got a new mini van. She wanted to get a Masserati, but that was considered impractical for the suburban Mom, picking up and dropping off kids, shopping and filling all the other roles she had to fill. And, of course, Ike had fulfilled a long held wish: they both got motorcycles, big brutish machines. Mary didn't like hers a whole lot, since she felt she wasn't strong enough; but Ike blew her off with a comment about all the muscle building she had been doing over the years. It pissed her off to no end that he was right! She could handle the beast. Of course, if she ever had to lay it down, she was pretty sure she'd never get it up by herself, but Ike promised he'd help. Still, as often as not, she was on his buddy seat. Eventually, they went house hunting. Some years before, they had been riding around the area and found a home that advertised it had a dungeon. They went looking for it, and found it. But it wasn't for sale! Disappointed, they decided to keep looking. Eventually, they went to see a realtor. They described their needs, but they emphasized they were not interested in an estate. As they talked, the realtor began to pick through several files, and then offered one house that might meet their needs. Five bedrooms, three of which had its own bath, with a Jacuzzi in the Master Suite. Living room, dinning room, country kitchen, den, family room and a full basement. There were fireplaces in the family room, living room and Master Suite. The realtor stopped, and then looked up, slightly embarrassed, to say there was a walled off portion of the basement that was labeled dungeon on the listing. Neither Ike nor Mary said anything, and then with a masterpiece of acting, Ike reached for the listing, and sure enough it had a picture of the house they wanted. In the fullness of time, they bought it. The owners would not let the realtor show the dungeon, but they called Mary and Ike one nite and invited them over. When they arrived, they were greeted cordially and made comfortable in the Living Room. After ice-breaking chit chat, the female owner said you know about our special room in the basement? Mary countered that the realtor hadn't been able to show it to them. The male owner said that had been at their insistence. The female owner said she supposed Ike and Mary knew what a dungeon was, and both nodded, Mary a little more enthusiastically than they had planned. Well, then, the female owner went on, they could have the room as is or it could be cleaned out. Ike inquired what was in there, and the male owner said they weren't going to say -- the option was to take it as is or totally cleaned out. Ike looked to Mary and she smiled and nodded, so Ike said they'd take it as is. Both owners stood, followed by Mary and Ike. Hands were shaken all around, and then the male owner handed Ike a key and the female owner handed Mary a key. Three weeks later, Mary and Ike took possession of their new house. Both of them had a special key in their pockets, that just seemed to be burning a hole, but since the girls were with them on this visit, they couldn't go near it. Moving in was an horrendous time. Still, as is the case, inevitably, it was done. At breakfast the morning after their first nite in the house, their older daughter inquired about a locked door in the basement. Now parents, over the years, get quite good about dead panning in front of their children, so neither paid much attention. Then, with just the right amount of casualness, Ike said he seemed to remember it and would check it out later. The elder then volunteered that it might be a wine cellar, but the younger opined that it could be a dungeon. Before Mary or Ike could say or react to that, the older girl said that Mom would like that, and she grinned impishly at her Mother. The younger smiled too, but then the conversation of the girls went on to other things, leaving Mary with a fast beating heart and a gleam in Ike's eyes. Finally, the girls were off to school, and Mary and Ike got the opportunity to go look at their dungeon. The key worked smoothly, but the door was double thick and swung quietly on well-oiled hinges. There was a light switch on the wall that produced subdued lighting to reveal a nice size room. Three steps led downward to give the room greater height. The temperature was just right, and the humidity was fine. It was clear that this room was set apart from the systems for the rest of the house. As they entered, the door swung shut behind them, and they could hear the lock click. Surveying the room, they saw a pillory, an X cross, a gallows, a rack, a T cross, a whipping bench, and, in the middle of the room, a solitary pole. On the walls, hung chains and manacles that were imbedded in the stone walls. The floor was carpeted. In the far wall, the outside perimeter wall of the house, there was a rough wooden door. That door opened onto a rather dark corridor, lighted by only one low-watt bulb. Two other doors led off this corridor: on the one side was a normal sized door, that opened onto a cell, which had a cot and a sink, and very many chains. The other door was considerably smaller, and opened onto another cell, but it was a cramp cell: the occupant would not be able to sit, stand or lay down; and there was no sink or cot, just a floor drain. And then they noticed at their feet a trap door. When they opened it, they peered down at a circular pit, maybe two and a half feet in diameter. A tiny ladder permitted a person to climb down, where s/he would just stand, able to do nothing else and, when the trap was closed, able to see nothing. Tuned to a very sharp focus, it was Mary who said she had to see what that was like. Quickly pulling off her t-shirt and jeans (which, of course, left her naked), she sat at the edge of the pit, and then carefully turned over and began the descent of the ladder. When her feet were on the bottom, she looked up. Her expression spoke volumes, but Ike understood and he gravely lifted and then lowered the trap, sealing his wife in the pit. When the trap was down, he noticed some pegs and a sledge hammer. Taking one of the pegs, he put it into the handle and then drove it home with the sledge. No way would Mary ever be able to get out of the pit by herself. Later, when she had been freed, she complained about the length of time Ike had left her in there; but when he said it had only been fifteen minutes, she was stunned. She said time just stood still. She found she could turn around, even wedge her body against the walls and she imagined, in time, the person in there would sleep. But it would be incredibly bad for someone with claustrophobia. Ike nodded, and then asked if it had been a turn on -- and Mary smiled. Saying there was no time like the present, they began to experience the various devices in the dungeon. THE THIRD TRIP And so they had gotten accustomed to having their lives with more money, and their life with their special brand of fun. Some place along the way, they had a very serious discussion about over-indulging themselves. Now that they could afford almost anything, they worried they might get jaded; and so they had established a ration. Total number of hours per month for use of dungeon apparatus was fixed, although time spent in any of the three cells by either of them would not count against apparatus time. Significant whippings for each were limited, though love making sessions involving the use of whips, paddles and the like were excluded from the time limitations. Very early, they realized that some of the dungeon play might be so exhausting that fucking and sucking might not be feasible. It was agreed that whenever that happened, some vanilla sex would follow before another trip to the dungeon. Of course, they realized they would not be punching a clock, so to speak, but they were serious about not becoming hedonists. And so life went on. The trip in the second year was to be made to some out-of-the-way places, not ordinarily on the agenda of the typical tourist, but which would have particular appeal to them. It had been amazing how their world had expanded since their first trip to Europe. The D&S community was small, but tight. The trip would last 22 days, and would take them to every continent except Australia and Antarctica. From the time they left until their return, Mary would be in some form of bondage or another. That idea alone was enough to have her on edge for the whole fucking week before they left. And, it was a fucking week, indeed. It was felt the elaborate brace outfit they bought two years earlier would be impossible to explain in their luggage, and Mary couldn't wear it for the full 22 days. Well, she could, but they planned on some energetic sight seeing and that wouldn't be possible if she was carrying all that steel. For the flight, she wore a heavily boned corset and a locking chastity belt. On her wrists, were heavy bracelets which looked odd, but were discrete as there were electro magnets built in -- when the switch was on, the magnets held the bracelets together firmly and she was cuffed as well as she would be in any of their conventional cuffs. Lacing the corset on her was always a thrill for both of them. She didn't corset every day, being torn by wanting the compression of the corset and the desire to be essentially naked under minimal clothing. The chosen corset was a silk brocade with metal stays every inch, very heavily boned indeed. She stepped into it, and, with Ike's help, pulled it up her body. Her titties rested in half hammocks, and it descended downward to just above her shaven pussy. In the back, her ass was mostly bare as the corset came down to just below the start of the crack of her ass. She held it up as Ike began the first tightening of the laces. As he did so, she felt herself begin to fall into the grip of the garment. After he tied it off the first time, she did some stretching exercises. They had found this to be helpful so that the corset, while still somewhat lose, might accommodate itself to her figure; she also was able to release any skin folds. Then she grasped the post of their bed, and the serious lacing began. Her breath began to come in short, shallow gasps; sweat beads had begun to pop out on Ike's forehead and his breathing had grown more ragged. When he tied it off the second time, Mary held on to the post for a few seconds, and then turned to him with that sneaky smile on her face. For years, he had known that smile: she was turned on. It still baffled the two of them how getting laced into a corset would turn her on, but it sure as hell did. Because of her fairly rigid posture, positions were somewhat limited; but, over the last few months, it had become their chosen way to butt fuck when she was in her corset. She bent just a bit, reached behind her as best she could to grasp her ass cheeks and pull them apart, and Ike just stepped up; and, holding her shoulders, he pressed into her. It never ceased to amaze her: before the corset, she really hadn't looked forward to butt fucking. Oh, the stuffing of her ass was good, but....well, it just wasn't something she looked forward to with a keen desire. And then came the corset, and she wanted him in her ass all the time. Who the hell cared why, it was just great. Ike wondered why the hell he hadn't bought her the corset years before! Later, when he had withdrawn, and then had helped her to clean up (with a wry, inward grin, she thought the corset did have it's benefits), she again grasped the post, and Ike continued the constriction. As the corset closed in on her, relentlessly, she began to sense the moment when she would swoon. Geeze, the first time she had swooned while Ike was tightening the laces, he had been scarred out of his wits. She had just dropped, like a stone, without warning. Momentarily witless, he took a scissors and cut all the laces, and then was on the verge of calling the rescue squad when she began to come to. Her reaction utterly startled him: she giggled. From then on, when they wanted the constriction to be maximum, she would be laced to swooning. He would ease her down to the bed, and then loosen the laces just a tiny bit before tieing them off as he waited for her to come around. Mary had discussed this with her doctor, who was amused but who assured them no serious harm would occur provided they continued the habit of the slight loosening to ensure proper blood supply to her head. With the corset firmly in place, the chastity belt was fitted to her. She had two, one to be worn alone, and one for over the corset. Both were made the same way, one being slightly larger to fit over the corset (even with the waist reduction, there was a slight swelling to her hips; they had tried to fit the first belt over the corset and, while it would work, they decided to spend the money to make a proper fit). There was a locking belt with a front piece that descended downward between her legs which ended in two chains going upwards over her ass cheeks to the belt in back. The front piece fit her pussy closely, with a thin slit through which the outer lips of her pussy would protrude slightly, but which prevented insertion of anything. The pressure on the lips kept her in a constant state of low arousal, which was just fine, for the both of them. The bracelets were then fixed in place. They really were massive, but most people who even looked at her when she had them on simply considered them rather bold statements, but nothing more. The rest of her traveling costume was a very tight leather skirt, stay high hose, knee length boots with a moderate 3 inch heel, and a loose fitting suede blouse. On her neck, was a gold collar that locked on with a concealed lock. Her coat was leather. Getting through security at the airport was much simpler now. One of their very many new friends/contacts put them in contact with the head of Security at JFK. They frankly told him that Mary wore corsets with metal stays. The result was that when they traveled, they would notify him in advance; then, when Mary would pass through the metal detectors and blow all the alarms and whistles, Ike would suggest the guard at the gate call the head of Security. Ike would identify himself, and they would be passed through. For Mary, the security gate was always an ordeal. She just couldn't not blush, and she always felt everyone was looking at her. In truth some would look, but mostly in sympathy for who hadn't been stopped at least once. But their permission to proceed after a single phone call would result in curious stares but never questions. Of course, this time Mary's outfit also attracted attention. The narrow waist could not be missed [Ike had required that once in the airport, she carry her coat over her arm], but even if one could tear their glance away from the waist, there was the skirt and the boots. But Mary had learned to turn her embarrassment over attracting attention to her advantage, and she proudly sailed through the airport, knowing a growing confidence. Once on the plane, seated in first class, with Mary by the window, Ike activated the bracelets and she sat with her hands demurely clasped in her lap. Only the keenest observer would notice that she rarely moved her hands. And, when things had settled after dinner and the lights went down, Ike produced the ubiquitous nerf ball, which Mary gladly opened wide to receive. The nerf ball came out a couple times to be wetted, but stayed in until just as a sliver of dawn appeared. Ike also released the magnets so Mary could freshen up. The beauty of wearing the leather was that it didn't wrinkle and her clothes looked just as fresh as they had when they boarded. The limo met them and whisked them off to their hotel. Once there, they both stripped; well, that is Ike stripped and Mary went down to her corset. Ike activated the bracelets and tied a rope between her cuffed wrists that he pulled over the top of a door and secured it so that her arms were up over her head. He then secured her ankles with manacles and, after removing the chastity belt, he began to loosen the corset. Mary expressed her usual relief to be freed of the constriction, and then they both stepped into the Jacuzzi, where they relaxed for an hour or so. Bed, with sleep, followed with Mary still secured at wrists and ankles. Refreshed after a six hour sleep, Ike ordered room service. The nude, cuffed and shackled Mary stepped into the bathroom while the meal was set-up. There followed some "private" time. Suffice to say showers were essential afterward. Also, Mary's ass tingled! The day's entertainment wouldn't begin until very late, so they decided to go for a walk. Mary was locked into her chastity belt and she wore the bondage bra too. Her outer garments were more prosaic than on the plane, and although in leather jacket, sweater, jeans and boots, she attracted no more than the usual attention a beautiful woman might. In point of fact, it was clear that Ike's very full beard was more of an attraction than the woman who was with him. After their walk, they had a light supper, and just hung out in their suite. Around 10, they began to dress for the evening. Mary would wear a full-length rubber suit. The nude Mary was heavily talcum powdered. Her legs went in first and then, holding her arms straight out in front, Ike pulled the upper part to her, and then on to her body. The suit was zipped up the back. Naturally, the fit was not loose! A full hood went over her head. There were holes at eyes and mouth, but these, Mary knew, would shortly be covered. Her long red hair exited her hood in back in a huge pony tail. Next, Ike put a rubber straight jacket on her. Her arms were crossed in front of her and then secured behind her back. Rubber, high heeled boots were laced on her by Ike, and then a shackle with a comfortable length of connecting chain was attached to her ankles. She sat while Ike dressed in soft leather slacks, knee boots and a silk shirt. His beard covered the fact the shirt was open. On his head, he wore a leather cap. He wore a belt from which a quirt and a paddle dangled. Finally, he produced a rubber pump gag, which Mary opened to receive. Ike pumped it until she nodded that it was enough, and he squeezed the bulb once more for good measure. She had known that he would do that so she had nodded early, as he had known she would -- so they were even. He then produced wrap around sun glasses like she wore that first time in the wheel chair. She could see others, dimly. And they left. Mary felt very brazen indeed, strolling through the hotel lobby, dressed as she was. Yet, the British reserve held, and no one screamed, starred or in any way gave any indication of having seen them. The limo awaited them at the door. After a short drive, they were at a private party at a large, English mansion. The host met them at the door, collar and leash in place, and nothing else. Mary noted that how different reality was from fantasy. While the host was definitely sub, and being humiliated, he was more the normal, middle aged male, with pot belly and fleshy thighs. He might not make a good subject for a magazine cover, but it was reassuring to see someone more like the average male in such a setting. Half the guests were in some form of restraint and/or embarrassing costume. Mary and Ike moved easily through the crowd, and both marveled at how they had changed from the days when their bondage was very private, just between them, and now when they regularly moved among others who lived the lifestyle they did. One female guest sub was in a spider web. That is, she was tied spread-eagled to a rope web. On her head was a heavy leather, feature-less hood that covered her down to the nape of her neck. Her eyes were covered with a shield. The reason for such protection was that she was the target for the darts game: other guests used modified darts to aim at particular bulls-eyes painted on her body: each nipple, the navel and the area of her groin just above the pussy. The darts were lighter, and the needles shorter, but if the dart struck her correctly, it stayed stuck into her. That was why her face and neck were protected. A few darts stuck in her, but most missed. It was considered fair for her to be able to twist a bit, and that often deflected the darts rather than permitting them to stick her. Here and there were spots of blood on her body, but she was not claiming distress. Subs who were able [those not encumbered] could throw an unlimited number of darts at their hapless simpatico; doms had to agree that if they were unable to stick her once in five times, they had to offer up their sub for some sort of event. Ike tried: the first three were serious attempts to stick that sub, but the last two were half-hearted. The Mary, who had cheered his first three efforts, loudly booed his two failures, knowing something awaited her later in the evening. To her surprise, Mary was immediately taken to work off Ike's failed attempts at sticking the sub female target. Mary was confidant that nothing really serious would happen to her, and she looked forward to being released from her straight jacket. . .but it didn't happen. She was led to a metal frame. She was assisted to step up onto pegs that were well within the range of her shackles. Her legs were then secured to the frame. Then, she was bent over a bar and secured that way. She was in a whipping frame. Well, she'd done that before, many times in fact, so she really didn't fear it. But she had reckoned without the experience of being in rubber, or the fibre glass wands that would be used to beat her ass. The first stroke she felt on her ass was a revelation. Never had she felt such fire in a first or a fiftieth stroke. She wasn't sure she'd be able to do this. But then, what could she do: she still had the gag, she was secure, and everyone calmly expected her "to do her duty." She did her duty. She did her duty to the tune of 10 strokes, each blood curdling, and each the equal of all the other strokes added together she had ever endured. [Later, when they were in the limo, on the ride back to their hotel, with Mary sitting very lightly on the edge of the seat, she informed Ike that if he was going to continue to play darts, she was going to see that he practiced when they returned home. He inquired if he'd have a similar target, and she retorted, that could be arranged for whatever good it would do.] Her ordeal over, Mary was released. For the rest of the evening, she avoided every opportunity to sit. She even refused her turn at sitting on a guy's face, the old smother game. She marveled at the guy who wore a saddle on his back, giving rides to all the females present, dom and sub alike. She came up on Ike visiting with some others, and he was discussing their travel plans, and the fact that Mary would be bound some way for the whole trip. A female dom smiled at her and announced that Mary was a very lucky woman to have such an attentive dom. Mary's response was that Ike wasn't always the dom. The female dom glanced from Mary to Ike in some confusion, and then she laughed, figuring Mary had spoken out of turn. But it was Ike who agreed with Mary, stating what she said was true. The female dom stalked off. One of the men with whom he had been talking poked him in his ribs with his elbow and said the woman who left was none too pleased. Ike merely shrugged. Ike took Mary's straight-jacketed arm and led her away. He related the conversation in which the one man had suggested a side trip in Africa where some women and men did the most amazing things with animals. Excitement arose in Mary's eyes. A couple they met was Fanny and Frank. Fanny was a very imposing figure in black leather: thigh high boots with very high heels, a black leather corset-like outfit that did not so much draw her in as to re-distribute what she had in an Amazonian fashion. She wore long leather gloves to her arm pits, with sharply-pointed studded cuffs on each wrist. Her hair hung loosely to her shoulders and on her head she wore a broad-brimmed, low crown, leather hat. In one hand was a long, black cigarette holder in which a long, white cigarette glowed. In her other hand, she held a leash that led to Frank's collar. They knew Frank, not because he said who he was, but because Fanny introduced the two of them. He had on a full leather hood, with eye holes and with the mouth covered over with a strap that presumably had a large leather bulb in his mouth. He was wearing a French Maid's outfit, with a very frilly skirt that stood out perpendicular to his waist. The bodice of the outfit was cut in such a way to display his nipples, on which were comfortable clamps [it might be debated if there were such things as "comfortable" clamps; decidedly, there were clamps which were distinctly uncomfortable; these were suitable for long-term wear]. While his male equipment could not be seen, several weights could be seen dangling between his legs, so presumably he was supporting some strain. On his feet were thigh high boots, similar to Fanny's except the heels of his boots were higher, and shackles with a moderate length chain. His arms were behind, enclosed in a single glove. Even though built like a male, because of repetitious training by Fanny, his elbows were only a few inches apart [they had been together at various times, but it was felt better to not go the max since he'd be in the glove for a long time that nite]. Fanny explained that she had learned Frank liked to be bound, that she had studied the whole scene, on her own, unbeknowningst to Frank, and then became the dom to his fem/sub side. It was a funny thing, she said, drawing on her cigarette, that there had been times when she knew Frank wanted something but since he never told her, she was puzzled and even hurt. She knew he liked bondage, and she initiated bondage related love-making on occasion, but while he responded, and seemed to enjoy, she knew she hadn't found the right combination. Then there was a time she found some of his collection of erotica, and hoped that would unlock his secret. She learned then that he wanted to be the one tied, but his fem side she didn't learn about until she discovered a file on their computer about a "Terri." She read it, and was fascinated by her husband's skill at writing erotica, and it was then she finally puzzled out the last piece: Frank was Terri, and she, Fanny, his wife, was Jennifer! While Ike paid close attention, and observed the mute and bound Frank closely, Mary paid especially close attention. This situation, including the names of Terri and Jennifer, was very much like something she had read long ago on a bbs. The author then had been named Frank. They had been very close, and had exchanged some very hot chat; but then they sort of drifted apart. Finally, Mary asked Fanny if they lived in a certain city, and Fanny first blinked, and then said yes; adding was she the Mary of the huge gags? For about an hour, the three of them visited, while Frank continued to stand, mutely, in his high heels and single glove. Finally, it was agreed they would meet in some months in the USA. Later that nite, back in their hotel room, Mary laid on her tummy, bound at wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Her bonds didn't stretch her, but she was secure enough so that she couldn't use her mouth or either hand to free herself. The next day, in corset and chastity belt, but with leather jeans and jacket, and walking boots, Mary went with Ike to Madame Troussard's. They had missed the famous wax museum on their previous trips, and this time they had set aside a particular time. They made quick work of the main exhibits, but both marveled at the artistry. Their main interest, however, was the torture chamber exhibit. As soon as they rounded the last corner in the corridor, Mary felt her inner lips, contained within the chastity belt, moisten. Ike too was looking "forward". The first exhibit was a depiction of Joan of Arc, burning at the stake. For a moment, there was confusion in their minds: the wax figure was nude, but a reading of the card explained it. It was normal that one to be burned alive would be naked so that those watching could watch the skin bubble and there would be less fuel to cause smoke that would obscure the vision. The addition of clothes in depictions of burning was done only in the 19th century when it wasn't considered tasteful to depict a naked Saint being burned alive. Using the latest in computer virtual reality, it actually seemed as if Joan's body was being licked by flames and that her skin was bubbling. The figure was secured to an upright post with chains criss-crossing her upper body, a chain around her neck and her hands were chained behind her. Faggots were piled up to her knees, and the flames leaped up from these. Mary stood there, transfixed. It was so incredibly real! Finally, she managed to tear herself away, and moved to catch up with Ike. He was observing a man, whose feet were locked in stocks and his hands bound to a pole behind him, having his feet bastinadoed. The torturer was swinging a metal rod, and the figure's feet were already dripping blood, with the flesh cut to the bone in some places. The card for this explained that a person who underwent a serious bastinado rarely walked again; a less serious treatment resulted in crippling or at least incapitation for several weeks. In another scene, a woman was having one of her tits cut off; the other, already cut off, lay on the floor. Ike observed that this would have been a real waste. Mary giggled. The next scene was more elaborate. A woman was on a rack. She was naked. Her feet were tied by ropes to a drum at one end of the table; her wrists to a similar drum at the other end. The rack was far less massive than what they had at home in their own dungeon. The explanatory card described the rack, and the effect it had, pointing out dislocation of one or more limbs was likely. It then urged pushing a small button for a demonstration. Mary pushed the button, and a narration began, overtalking the moaning of a woman, presumably the patient. The drums were set in motion, and the woman model's body was seen to rise slightly, and stretch; and then the ladder under her dropped away, suspending the body in space between the two drums. Mary turned to Ike and said that they had to try that. Ike queried her about the possibility of a dislocated shoulder or hip, and she said they could be careful. He shook his head, but it was clear he was intrigued. When the narration stopped, the lights in the exhibit went out; and when they came up again, the ladder was back in place. The next thing they saw was a man seated on a bench, with one leg in an iron boot. A torturer was setting a wedge between the leg and the inside of the boot. Two other wedges were already in place, and blood could be seen oozing from the leg. The explanation card stated this was the Iron Boot, designed for the simple purpose of crippling a person. In the next scene, a man was undergoing a penal whipping. He was secured to a pillar, back outward. His back was a mess of open wounds, some of which dripped blood. The model swinging the whip actually did so, and the single strand bull whip, about 12 feet long, continually snapped in the air. A small scene had a man sitting in an iron chair that had a fire under it. The seat of the chair acted like a skillet and his ass was literally frying. In another scene, a woman was being pushed into an Iron Maiden. When the doors would be closed, many spikes would penetrate her body, none of which would kill but all would injure. She would be left to bleed to death. Two methods of hanging were side by side. The one was a gallows, where a man stood on a trap door, and then the trap was sprung, the model fell a few feet to be jerked up. The other had a man standing on the floor with a rope around his neck. Two torturers hauled on a rope, hoisting the man off the ground by his neck and he was left to twist and kick until he strangled. Ike studied this one very closely, telling Mary as they stood there, that it was possible to hoist someone by their neck to induce asphyxiation, but to lower them before any damage was done. So she studied it more closely, and as she was wondering how that might feel, Ike said with pulleys she should be able to hoist him. She glanced at him curiously, but said nothing. There were other smaller exhibits depicting the beheading of Charles I and Ann Boylin. There was another showing the drawing and quartering of a nobleman. Finally, there were three scenes showing more modern methods of execution. One was the Russian method of a man tied to a chair, being shot behind the ear. Another was a scene depicting Barbara Grahm being executed in the California Gas Chamber. The final scene was man being electrocuted, his body surging against the heavy leather straps binding him to the chair, with a little bit of smoke coming out from under the leather mask over his face. 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