cgraven
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Down below the little Inn that sets high on the bluff just below the China Point light ther are lye the catacombs of an ancient fortress forgotten by time. In thoughts wondering corridors, the cool breath of time gone by caresses the cheek of those that dare to enter. This is a place where darker pleasure are enjoyed where the caress of leather it’s stinging kiss call to dark lust. Where the rack and St Andrew’s “X” bring gasped sighs of anticipated pleasure. All that is most feared and secretly desired awaits those that dare embrace its dark seduction.