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The Arrogant Ballerina 02


She had once been an exceptional ballerina, famous for her extraordinary flexibility and flawless control over her body. Years of training had made her unbearably arrogant. She believed there was no position she couldn't master, no physical limit she couldn't overcome.
At the Agan Medon Hotel, that arrogance had earned her a place in one of its notorious punishment rooms.
She hung suspended in the center of the room, forced into an extreme oversplit that turned her celebrated flexibility into an instrument of humiliation.
A long, rough wooden beam held her arms and legs extended outward. Black straps secured her wrists, upper arms, ankles, and neck. Another strap across her forehead kept her head tilted upward, forcing her to stare at the wall. A gag stretched her mouth to its limit, holding her jaws wide apart and leaving her unable to speak.
Her legs were stretched so far apart that her buttocks remained separated, leaving her anus and intimate anatomy completely exposed.
A narrow steel post supported her lower abdomen at a single point. A heavy belt fixed her waist to the post, while a single chain descending from the ceiling held the apparatus suspended.
The manager had deliberately left her waiting, allowing exhaustion to set in before the next stage began.
Minutes passed. Her muscles trembled, sweat ran down her skin, and the strain gradually overwhelmed her confidence. She could neither relax her legs nor shift her weight.
She wondered why the staff had arranged her body so precisely, with her legs spread so far apart and her head tilted upward, as though preparing her for what was to come.