I entered the living room carrying the new bag of torture tools. Aunt Rina was already positioned exactly as ordered — kneeling naked in the center of the floor, wrists tied tightly behind her back, ankles bound together, forehead pressed to the cold floor, ass raised high like a broken fucktoy. Her massive tits were squashed against the ground, nipples hard. Her cunt and asshole were both visibly swollen and still leaking dried cum from the previous night’s abuse.