This pendulum of doom and is nowhere near done calling its victims to succumb beneath it. Wenona is stretched on this rack of doom, cold metal table with leather cuffs tightly buckled onto her ankles and wrists as unforgiving chain holds her so stretched she cant move a muscle. Her mouth is full with a knotted cleavegag muffling her cries and moans of as her head is the only body part that can move up and down. The more she looks up, the more her eyes follow the swinging and slowly lowering sharp and heavy pendulum blade. With every minute the blade comes closer and closer to her vulnerable... Show more