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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.

plans for a fight – they were obviously ready and on

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

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... No, they would not

the wires but had a terrible feeling that more shocks were

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

The straps, they found out when they tried to struggle, held their arms such that

out. “Perfectly positioned for whipping. Can I?

new slaves to be left unmarked until he is ready to

a little one? The marks will fade before morning

“No.”

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

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