Carolina attached a sturdy chain to Jenny's collar with a small padlock. Together they navigated Jenny to the old farmer's table, on whose tabletop fastening rings were screwed in in several places. Carolina slipped the chain through a ring at the head of the table and tugged relentlessly, drawing Jenny closer and closer. Adam picked her up and laid her face down on the table while Carolina pulled the chain all the way through and fastened it next to the table. Carolina took off Jenny's shoes, Adam removed the ankle cuffs and took off her jeans and nylon stockings. Jenny kicked them briefly with her feet, but Adam gave her a huge smack on the butt, climbed onto the table and held her feet. Carolina took the shiny custom-made ankle cuffs out of the suitcase. Rings were attached to all of the manacles and none had an obvious lock. Carolina put the ankle cuffs on Jenny and fastened them with an audible click. Adam spread Jenny's legs and connected the rings on the shackles with a snap hook to two attachment rings that were attached to the right places on the table.
Jenny couldn't move her legs any more as she wanted and moaned in frustration into her gag. Carolina brought two more shackles and put them around Jenny's thighs, just above the knee joint. These also clicked into place and fitted perfectly.
"Hold her arms tight," Carolina ordered, and Adam grabbed Jenny's elbows. Carolina undid the handcuffs and replaced them with the matching stainless steel manacles. Adam pulled the leather jacket and bra from Jenny's arms and then helped Carolina recapture Jenny's hands, which were flailing wildly. A padlock that connected the two wrist cuffs quickly put an end to the spook. Carolina took the two arm cuffs out of the suitcase and attached them to Jenny's upper arms, just above the elbows.
"We're almost there," Carolina said, connecting the two arm cuffs with a short chain. Jenny moaned loudly into her gag. Now that was really uncomfortably tight.