�Yes,� Amanda’s voice boomed from the door. �You were quite unruly last night. I can see that your education has been quite lax. However, it is my duty to correct this shocking lapse, especially if you are to prove a suitable companion for my daughter.�

Amanda’s reflection gleamed maliciously at her in the mirror and Alison spun to face her tormentor.

�You crazy bitch, I’m leaving here now! We will see how you like the inside of a police cell.�

She strode towards the door confidently, but was intercepted by Bobby, who had been carrying a bundle of clothes, which she dropped on to the floor as she stepped in front of the door to block Alisons escape.

�Get out of the way Bobby. I don’t want to Arghh,� Alison screamed as Bobby stepped into her body and threw her to the floor.

The air was knocked out of her and she sat stunned as her hands were pinned behind her back as she herd a clicking sound and something cold and metallic gripped her wrists.

Alison struggled as the smaller girl pinned her to the floor and reached over to the pile of clothes that she had dropped.

�Get off me you crazy lesbo. Get your Arghh, Ungh,� Alison protested as her head was yanked back by her hair and something large and rubber was forced into her mouth and secured by straps that ran behind and over her head.

�As I said. Such shocking behaviour will not be tolerated. It is my Christian duty to ensure that you can comport yourself as a proper lady while you are under my roof and you do want to be a proper lady don’t you?� Amanda smirked.

Alison tried to struggle, but it was useless and the two women easily lifted her onto the bed. Bobby pinned her down while Amanda brought the pile of clothes over. Selecting a pair of White rubber stocking from the pile, Amanda rolled these up her legs, using her legs to trap the other flailing limb as she pulled the tight rubber garments up her legs. Once these were on, a pair of long, knee length rubber bloomers, with open crotch, were pulled up her legs and secured around her ass. These Alison noted, as she was pulled in to a sitting position, were pale yellow.

While Bobby held her by the shoulders as Amanda brought a pale yellow, heavily boned, corset from the pile of clothes. This was secured around the frightened girls waist before she was spun around and dumped, face first, onto the bed. Both women set to work, positioning themselves so that the maximum amount of force could be brought to bear. Alison had ceased her struggles and had now resolved to just get through this, whatever this was. However, it soon became hard to breathe as the two women pulled and prodded unmercifully. Eventually the task was complete and Amanda tied the laces into a complicated bow before attaching six suspenders, three on each leg, to the stockings. Although the corset, like the one that she had worn before, incorporated a girdle, this was much tighter somehow. The corset was also bustles. Satisfied, Amanda reached for the next item.

This was a mask, made of white leather. Bobby held Allison’s head as the mask was pulled over her head, collecting her hair into a long ponytail, which she threaded through a hole in the top of the leather. Bobby then forced her head back into the mattress as Amanda pulled the laces at the back of the mask, forcing the leather tightly onto her skin. Thankfully, or not, Alison had not decided yet, there were eyeholes that allowed her to pear out of her tight prison. Although there was no hole for the mouth, two nose holes allowed her to breathe.

Satisfied, Bobby pulled the girls head up once more as another mask, this time made of white rubber, was pulled over her head.

Finally Amanda brought a pair of strange looking, white patent leather, ankle boots to the bed and forced the prone girls feet in to them. These were nothing like Alison had ever seen before. They were designed to point the feet like ballet shoes. Unlike their more dainty cousins, these incorporated stiletto heal of evil proportions. Each boot was forced onto the now defeated girls feet before being tightly laced in place. Finally, she was stood up and supported on each arm. The two women then dragged their prize towards the attic.

Alison was amazed at the transformation within the attic. The two women had been busy while she slept. Where the strange saw horse stood last night stood a cylindrical plinth. Tall, full-length mirrors curved around one side of the cylinder and a strange metal pole sprouted obscenely from the centre of the plinth. On top of the pole was a strange, curved, saddle, with two phallic shapes protruding skyward. Alison could visualise the purpose of this strange saddle and began to struggle.

Amanda slapped her forcefully across the face, which stilled her struggles as the stunned girl stared in horror at the face of her captor.

�The first lesson that a young lady must learn is how to conduct herself in public. You should glide into a room, turning all heads with your grace and elegance. This first lesson will teach you deportment. You can always tell a lady of quality by her bearing.�

With that the two women grabbed Alison by the arms and carried her over to the platform. After lubricating the two dildos, Alison was lifted up before being eased gradually onto the two shafts. Despite the lubrication, it was not easy to effect the penetration as the two women struggled under her weight. However, after a little guidance and a painful experience that Alison would never forget, the girl eventually stood impaled in both orifices, on the platform.

Alison noted that she had not been impaled all of the way down to the saddle. In fact, the saddle rested a good inch below her pussy. Although confused, she was not about to mention this oversight, especially since she was already very uncomfortable.

Next the two women grabbed Allison’s ankles and forced them together. Alison heard a clicking sound and when her captors stood up, she found that she could not move her feet from their present position. Looking over her shoulder, at the mirrors, Alison could not see any chains, or obvious restraints. She concluded that the boots must have been attached to the floor by some locking mechanism.

Next, a hoped skirt was brought over and pulled over her head, giving her a bell shaped outline. Once secured, another skirt, made from white rubber, with tiny yellow flowers around the bottom was lowered into place.

The next item of clothing was a fine yellow dress, also made of rubber, with delicate white flowers and ribbons sewn into the body and skirt. This was lowered over her head and place over the under skirt. The body, for the moment, allowed to hang loose. Once this was in place, Bobby un-cuffed her, while holding on to one arm. Alison did not have long to ponder the meaning of this before a long, white, rubber opera glove was rolled up her arm. The two women changed places and another glove was applied, before her arms were forced into the long sleeved dress.

Alison had not noticed before, but the front of the dress had a panel cut out of it, that allowed her breasts to hang out of the front. While Amanda pulled the high collar of the dress up and started buttoning the back of the garment, Bobby adjusted the front of the dress so that the quarter length bra cups of the dress held her breasts proudly, while displaying everything they had to offer.

Alison was tempted by the idea of escape, but this, given the surprising strength of the two women and her current position, would prove fruitless and so she submitted as her arms were brought painfully together behind her and fed into a single white leather glove, which Amanda did up painfully as she pulled forcefully on the laces that ran the length of her arms, forcing them together until the elbows touched.

Lastly, a stiff rubber collar of pale yellow was placed around her neck. It ran the entire length of her neck and once secured by the laces at the back forced her head backwards, not allowing the slightest movement in any direction. As a final touch, two painful clamps with weights on them were forced onto her nipples, so that they swung slightly from the heaving of her chest as she breathed.

�There. All done. Now you look like a proper young lady,� Amanda beamed.

Walking forward, the older woman touched a button on the side of the plinth. Music started and the base began to spin. Alison was amazed and appalled by the implications of this simple act. She had been transformed into some sort of music box doll, to be admired and god knows what by these two evil creatures.

�As I said earlier, this lesson is about deportment. You might be tempted to sit down, on to the saddle, as your feet begin to hurt. However, I should warn you that this will start the dildos to begin working. You might not find it as comfortable a rest as you might hope.�

With that the older woman laughed and turned to her daughter. The two women embraced, kissed and began to undress. After a few minutes they had disappeared into a heap on the floor and as she craned her neck to see in the mirror as she rotated, she realised that they were having sex.

For some reason, she found this exciting and so eased herself onto the saddle. As promised, the two devices began to vibrate. Not only did they vibrate, but they also started to pump, up and down, in unison. It was not long before her orgasm arrived; rocking her body and sending sharp pain into her nipples as the weights were thrown about. But as soon as she had recovered from this one, another began to build and Alison forgot about the pain in her nipples as desire overtook her. After five orgasms, her pussy and ass were beginning to ache and so she lifted the weight from the saddle. This was easier said than done, since the strength had left her legs, but she managed it and the two devices stopped pleasuring her.

After nearly two hours however, her feet were in agony. She had to take the wait off of her feet and so she collapsed back on the saddle. The pumping was almost immediate and her pussy and ass became sore quickly. By the time that the two women returned, eight hours later, Alison was an exhausted, quivering wreck. Her pussy and anus had been rubbed raw and her feet felt as though they had been crushed in a vice.

The two women undressed her, fed her and oversaw her ablutions. Once she had recovered sufficiently from her ordeal, she was dragged over to the strange saw horse that she had noticed the previous evening. It now occupied a less prominent corner of the room, but was still effective for what was planned for the evening.

For the next two hours Alison was subjected to all manner of perversions that she could not have possibly imagined. She was dressed, stripped and re-dressed. Bound untied and re-tied. In order to �Keep Things Interesting,� as Amanda quoted on several occasions, she was beaten, whipped, sodomized and subject to the most appalling treatment that the two women could devise. Finally, she was strapped onto a hard bed, where they left her for the evening, her limbs flung out to the corners of the bed, secured by stout leather cuffs, a blindfold over her eyes, a large ball gag in to her mouth and completely naked.

Her pussy and ass still ached. Her feet were only just recovering and her nipples felt as though they had been cut off and sewn back on with razor wire. Alison did not know what awaited tomorrow, but she had the feeling that it would not be pleasant. She imagined the long, uncertain future with these two psychotic harpies and she cried, her sobs muffled by the intruder in her mouth. She was now their plaything; their toy and they could do whatever they wanted to her. At last sleep mercifully claimed her.

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