Chapter 17: Strapped to a Table
Chapter 17: Strapped to a Table
It was then Melinda’s turn. As soon as the rope was pulled off, she squatted and grunted. As the egg
came out, she seemed very relieved. There was no question that she hated the little monster.
Without being told to, Susan fetched a pair of scissors and began cutting the blouses off. Since the
sleeves were short and not covered by the top of the duct tape, she did not have to cut the material
there. In a couple of minutes, the expensive white satin blouses were a pile of cut cloth lying on the
floor. All that was left to cover the modesty of the girls was a pair of tall boots and some tape. They
were both showing signs of goose bumps from the cold.
“Come along, sweeties,” Susan told them and opened one of the doors.
Without the Shock Egg, as it was rightly called, fighting might have been possible. At least, that was the
idea that shed through Melinda’s mind. She could kick out with that booted foot and hope to disable
the man with a good, solid blow to his most sensitive part. That should put him out of action for a bit.
Then maybe they could overpower this Susan. Tricky, what with their arms being useless behind them,
but just maybe…
“Don’t try it,” came a maddeningly casual voice from behind her. “We are both experts at unarmed
combat. You could never seed, and then we would have to punish you.”
“He means more than we already will,” Susan cheerfully chipped in.
Melinda abandoned ns for a fight – they were obviously ready and on guard. Maybe another time…
The room they were led to was surprisingly warm. After a short passage along stone walls, there was a
metal door. Behind that was a room totally different from the one where they had given up their eggs.
This one had wood paneled walls, carpet on the floor and what appeared to be four beds or at least
benches. Each was covered with padded leather and about two feet wide by seven feet long. The
carpet was a forest green and the padded benches a deep tan. Both of them immediately noticed that
each of the benches had long leather straps attached to the base on each side. It was not too hard to
figure that a woman forced to lie down on the bench could be strapped down by those.
But first they were made to stand next to a dresser. Susan, humming as she worked, picked up a short
length of double red wire. One end was split and each wire stripped bare while the other end had a
jack. She ced the bare wires against Darlene’s left nipple, one on each side, and taped them there
with a wide piece of duct tape. The same was done to the other nipple. Darlene simply looked at what
was happening but could not imagine what it meant, unless... No, they would not do that!
Melinda stood still for the wires but had a terrible feeling that more shocks wereing her way.
They were then taken to the first two benches. Darlene was made to lie down on her stomach, with
help from Susan. The red and ck wires were then plugged into holes on each of the benches. Still
humming happily, she then bound Darlene’s booted ankles together with rope. Next came the straps.
Each set of straps was just long enough toe up and over the bench and upant. There was a
buckle on each so they could be secured and tightened down as much as desired. Straps went over
her back at the level of her upper arms, over her waist, her legs just below her ass, and two more at the
back of her knees and across the ankles. Each set was pulled tightly.
It took the implied threat of force from the two jailers to make Melinda get on her stomach, but once
there, it did not take long for her to be strapped tightly down the same as Darlene. The straps, they
found out when they tried to struggle, held their arms such that could not twist them or try to pull them
apart. Had their fingers not been useless under those tight tape windings, they might have been able to
work at the buckles, at least the ones on their backs and waists. But that was not to be.
“Look at those nice, bare asses,” Susan pointed out. “Perfectly positioned for whipping. Can I?
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“You know that the Master wishes new ves to be left unmarked until he is ready to give them their
first real whipping,” Angus said.
“Just a little one? The marks will fade before morning if I use a strap instead of a whip.”
“No.”
“You’re a meanie,” Susan replied but with no heat. When she pouted, she looked so much like an
innocent pixie. But then the sweetness fled from her eyes and they took on the hard look of a drill
sergeant.
They went to the door, with Susan thest one to leave. She turned back at the door to give onest
warning to the captives.
“You are not to talk,” she said sternly. “Not a word. You may try to free yourselves but I doubt you’ll be
able to. Even if you did, this room is secure. That means the door is locked from the outside. Now,
remember, no talking or you will be punished.”
She flipped as switch on the wall next to the door and left. The door closed with a solid, metallic ng.
A momentter the lights went out.
In the dark, their first reaction was to say something to each other. Melinda was the first to open her
mouth, but only a single word left her lips when it was reced by a yelp. Darlene cried out at the same
instant. When their reactions to the electrical charges died down, so did the current. After a pause,
Darlene tried to ask Melinda how she was and suffered a simr fate. It did not take them long to figure
out that any sound would activate the electrical shocks to both of them.
The room was equipped with a microphone, obviously. And also obviously, that microphone was
attached to a circuit that activated an electric current through the wires on their breasts. As soon as a
sound was detected by the apparatus, the current was switched on. Only when there was no longer
any sound in the room did the current stop. It took only a few tries for the two women toe to the
conclusion that silence was the best policy. The shocks thatnced through their nipples were not as
terrible as that given out by the Shock Eggs, but they were quite undesirable.
Each of them tested her bonds and found themselves unable to move more than an inch or so, and
that escape would be impossible. Then they tried whispering to each other but the microphone was too
sensitive to let that go by. Even the creaking of the leather straps as Melinda strained against them set
off the current, shocking both of them.
So it was that the two of them spent their first night at the lodge silent as the grave, gagged more
effectively than if their mouths had been stuffed with traditional gags. At least they slept well.