Slave Wench strapped to a table –the frame of a table actually, no table top. That was just to ensure she was as uncomfortable as possible. But her supine comfort was the last thing she really needed to worry about. The reality is, she was about to face a far more sinister peril, large needles piercing her udder flesh and then, candles to drip wax on her slut tits. The perfect thing for meat like Wench. The wax burned her soft, whore-tits and when the needles were yanked out she bled like a pig.