She was standing bolt upright and naked in the centre of the room.



It was immediately obvious to Lynne why she stood so upright. From above her head a taut length of chain ran down to her breasts where it split to form an inverted Y. Each end of the chain ended in a hook which had been pulled through her breasts behind the nipples.



The chain ran up to the ceiling, through a pulley and back down to her mouth! Of course, Jana could have opened her mouth and let the chain go, at least then she would have been able to relax her upright position, had it not been for the large weight hanging off the chain where it split into a Y…



If she let go of the chain she’d find herself with a 10lb weight tugging at her tits!



She couldn’t reach the chain with her hands they were cuffed behind her back and she couldn’t crouch down to relieve the weight on her tits because a collar around her neck had a leash coming from which was fixed to a ring in the ceiling above her.



Lynne had no idea how long the girl had been standing there, and she was surprised to find that she didn’t really care. The warm feeling she had felt on seeing Alexandra and the strap-on had returned and she realised she was turned on by the girl’s plight. For a fleeting moment she pictured Catherine standing there…



As she released Jana she saw a camera above her head, one of those cameras which could swivel through 360°, and on the wall in front of Jana there was an outline of a girl painted in white rather like they draw around bodies at murder scenes with her legs spread and her arms held either side of her body. Just to confirm Lynne’s suspicions, there were two dildos erupting from the wall where her hands would be dildos which would fit through the gloved hands, and a wedge which fitted between the legs. With a rush of excitement Lynne realised that Alexandra had spent her time watching her sister’s predicament, her hands over two dildos and her crotch pressed against the wedge, her feet spread wide so they fitted into the space marked on the wall and floor; wholly able to move but restrained by the threat of punishment if she was observed by the camera!



The rush of excitement was the realisation that Saavik had complete control of the two girls and that Alexandra could have gone to her sister’s aid had it not been for the fear he had invoked in her.



Enjoying her new-found sense of control for the first time since she had been with Catherine, Lynne returned to Saavik trailing Jana on the end of a leash.



“Ahh! Jana how nice of you to join us! Saavik said as they came back into the room. Please take a seat. He said, pointing to the viciously spike chair. Jana pulled back at the sight of the chair and Saavik said Lynne, if you would, please see that our guest is sitting, err, comfortably!”



As Lynne guided the reluctant Jana to the seat, she saw that Saavik had fitted a metal butt plug which glistened with lubricant to the seat while she had been out of the room. Inwardly she admired the deviousness of this once Jana was impaled on the plug she wouldn’t be able to raise herself from the seat without pulling against the dull wide edge of the plug.



What she didn’t realise was that the plug could be adjusted to literally pull the hapless victim down onto the seat just another nice twist of the devious design!

“Please! Jana said as Lynne lowered her onto the seat.



Lynne hesitated.



“Your choice either she sits or you sit. Came Saavik’s dulcet tones.



Lynne didn’t hesitate the prospect of a shower, washing her hair and having make-up was too great. She firmly guided Jana over the plug and pushed her down.



“Ahhhhhh! Came the initial cry from the girl as the plug invaded her anus, forcing her puckered ring wider than it wanted to stretch, the weight of her body and the pressure from Lynne forcing her tender skin to stretch more than it wanted. The cry turned momentarily into a soft Ohhh! as her ass swallowed the plug and closed around the stem of the plug.



Unfortunately her relief was only momentary.



As soon as she had engulfed the plug her weight fell onto the upturned spikes and she found herself screaming with renewed vigour. Ahhhhhhhh! Ehhhhhh! Oh God! No! She screamed as her weight came to rest on 300 upturned spikes. Her cries exacerbated as she tried to push up by placing her hands on the arms where more spikes pressed against her palms and the dull face of the plug worked against the inner ring of her anus.



“Nooooooooooooooooo! She screamed.



Lynne found herself able to ignore the screams, and began to fix the straps around the girl’s arms, her torso and over her lap. In a short space of time she had Jana secured.



Sitting back down she was able to absorb the pleasure of Jana’s pain it was like she and Saavik were watching a specimen under a microscope: watching yet detached from the reality.



“I don’t know about you, Saavik said, getting up from the table, but I don’t want to listen to her wailing. Lynne offered no reply; her mind was focused on the girl.



She realised that Jana was quite beautiful; or maybe it was that her agony made her more beautiful on reflection she wasn’t sure. She was probably only 19 or 20, was an almost platinum blonde with a thin face contorted with pain and had ample, if not huge, breasts. Lynne focused on the two red spots on each breast where the hooks had been while she guessed that they were probably a C or a D cup.



Saavik threw a gag on the table in front of Lynne; a large leather pear-shaped gag sitting amidst a tangle of leather straps. Here. You put it on her. He said.



Lynne picked up the gag by the straps and stood in front of the girl, relishing the feeling of power as she pushed the gag home and fascinated by just how hard it was to work the overly-large stuffed leather bag into her mouth. She knew from bitter experience that the leather bag would not only fill the girl’s mouth, pressing against the back of her throat and threatening to choke her, but also expand as she involuntarily bit down on it.



Somehow, when it came to forcing the gag into someone else’s mouth, Lynne found the prospect exciting.





Date Monday 25th October 20.35



If Lynne was finding the gagging of another girl exciting, the same could not be said for Catherine.



Catherine had been staring at the video screen in front of her for well over an hour before she felt the first tell-tale signs that the hood was drying out. All that time she had felt the steady drip of her own urine trickling down her throat and her senses had been overwhelmed by the pungent smell and taste of the foul concoction in which her gag, hood and the panties over her head had been soaked.



At first she began to feel an easing of her breathing as the four gussets which covered her nose began to dry. Initially she thought nothing of it, but then she began to feel the hood becoming tighter.



It was an eerie sensation, unable to touch the hood, unable to release herself, alone in her dungeonesque apartment, with the hood slowly tightening around her head. In fact, it began to tighten to the point where it moved from being unpleasant to the point where it was thoroughly painful; you see, as it tightened, the hood began to press the seams of the panties into her flesh and flatten her ears, nose and cheeks which had the added effect of making her gag seem even larger.



Once she became aware of the tightening hood, Catherine also became aware of her breathing again. This time it wasn’t the difficulty of breathing through the urine soaked panties, rather it was the constriction she was feeling around her throat.



She took her eyes off the screen and glanced down at the bucket, realising, however unpalatable the idea seemed, it was her only salvation.



Remembering her sister’s plight, she lowered herself gently onto her haunches, feeling the braided wire harness between her legs and around her breasts slide menacingly and begin to tighten at the base of her tits.



As she rested her weight on her calves, Catherine realised just how insidious this torture was; the wire bit painfully into the crease of her ass and she could feel her tits swelling into ripe melons underneath the rubber. At the same time her arms had risen up behind her and she was forced to lean forward to avoid practically dislocating her shoulders; which in turn made her stick her ass up and topple forward ungracefully.



She fell so sharply she wasn’t fully prepared for her head to be immersed in the bucket and Catherine breathed in some of the stale liquid. She had to pull herself back up from the bucket by yanking on her tearing shoulder muscles and embedding the thin cable still further into her tortured flesh.



Spluttering and snorting through her nose, Catherine braced herself to do the same again, only this time she was conscious that she needed to get her head further into the bucket and take a deep breath first.



She plunged her head back into the bucket of foul liquid, pushing downwards so the top of her head rested on the bottom of the bucket. As she did so the liquid displaced by her head flowed over the rim of the inner bucket into the gap around the edge. Effectively, none of the liquid was lost; only that which soaked into her hood and collar.



She tried to count slowly, remembering Mistress XS advice that she’d need to soak the collar for between 5 and 10 minutes every hour. She managed to count to 50 before she her lungs started to scream for air and she burst back up from her immersion. Had her nostrils been uncovered, she would have been able to take a deep lungful of breath; sadly they were covered in the now sodden gussets of four pairs of panties…



Catherine inhaled a damp mixture of air and stale piss.



She tried to cough and ended up snorting deeply as her body simultaneously tried to expel the dampness from her lungs and get precious air inside her. As she desperately struggled with her predicament she realised the collar was still just as tight around her neck…



When at last she had recovered her equilibrium she knew she had no alternative but to repeat the process. With a glance at the screen in front of her, upon which a rubber ponygirl was towing her hapless rider along a corridor, she plunged her head back into the bucket.