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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 flashed 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 succeed, and then we would have to punish you.”

“He means more than we already will,” Susan cheerfully chipped in.

they were obviously ready and on guard. Maybe another

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

was split and each wire stripped bare while the other end had a jack. She placed 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...

had a terrible feeling that more shocks

and black 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 to come up and over the bench and occupant. There was

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

“Perfectly positioned for whipping. Can I?

know that the Master wishes new slaves to be left unmarked until he is ready to give them their

marks will fade before morning if I use a strap

“No.”

but with no heat. When she pouted, she looked so much like an innocent pixie. But then the sweetness fled

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