the Evil Petting Zoo closed for the night (or more
correctly, the early morning). After hours of being
groped, caressed, and occasionally diddled by formally
dressed strangers, Bonnie, Jade, and the rest of the column- or
pedestal-encased prisoners were released... so to speak.
Audrey Klein, the last to be installed in her full-body (minus
head, arms, hands, lower legs, and feet) column, was released
first. Still tape-gagged and with her wrists still bound
in front with leather cuffs, the Klein Studio CEO was hustled
from the nightclub by a pair of handlers while Bonnie and Jade
were still incarcerated in their pussy and butt exposing
The kidnapped interns watched through the one-way glass of their
respective vertical prisons as the rest of their fellow naked
and well-groped captives were released. A few required
personal amazon handling. They were clearly displeased
with their current situations and had to be dragged, or at the
very least, led away. However, as they were released the
majority of the tape-gagged or ball-gagged and naked women
waited patiently in an informal, naked group. None
attempted to remove their gags, and there was a great deal of
stretching and muffled groaning, especially among the captives
who had spent the last few hours bent over in the pike position
and encased in the pedestals. When the last of the group
was free, their wrists were cuffed behind their backs and they
were led away, obedient to the commands of a pair of handlers,
one at the front of the queue and the other bringing up the
Finally, it was Bonnie and Jade's turns. Apparently, it
had been decided that they would require the attention of two
handlers. Jade was freed first, and somehow—Bonnie had no
idea how—the dark-skinned captive still had the strength to put
up a fight. Not that it did her any good. Soon, the
between-the-legs straps of Jade's straitjacket were restored to
their former pussy-framing tightness and her ankles bound
together with rubber-padded steel cuffs. She lay on the
carpeted floor, staring daggers at her handlers and mewling
complaints through the foam ball, tape, and leather muzzle
filling her mouth, sealing her lips, and caging her head,
respectively, while the amazons dealt with Bonnie in identical
Next, the straitjacketed, ankle-cuffed, and well-gagged interns
were hoisted onto their handlers' shoulders and carried towards
an elevator. After a brief descent followed by a slightly
longer twisting and turning journey through the halls of the
tower, they arrived at a long, narrow room with a row of...
Bonnie made a quick count... twenty circular, hatch-like doors
set into the walls, ten on the left and ten on the right.
And then, Jade was deposited on the floor, apparently to await
her turn, and the handlers removed Bonnie's straitjacket,
followed by the muzzle and tape-gag. Then, one of the
amazons plucked the foam ball from Bonnie's mouth. Her
ankles remained cuffed together. One of the round, thick
hatches opened with a hiss, and before Bonnie could say
"Thank you" or inquire as to meal arrangements, she was lifted
off her cuffed feet and thrust through the opening beyond.
Bonnie found herself in a cylindrical... room? No, it was
way too small to be called a room. She was lying on a
narrow mattress that ran the length of the chamber—Bonnie
decided to go with "chamber"—which was about seven feet long
with a three-and-a-half foot diameter. A double row of
dimly glowing LEDs mounted in the ceiling provided light, and on
her left and right were a pair of long, oval-shaped windows of
thick, clear glass. Whatever was beyond the right window
was cloaked in total darkness, but through the left window
Bonnie beheld a naked woman lying on her side. She had
smooth, well-tanned skin, longish brown hair, and was in very
good shape. Like Bonnie, her ankles were cuffed
together, but they were her only restraints. Her face was
turned away, but Bonnie was sure she wasn't Audrey Klein.
Meanwhile, the hatch closed with a solid thud and another
hiss. It's like one of those weird Tokyo 'hotels'
where the guests sleep in their own personal tiny little
cubbyholes, Bonnie mused. Except for the thick
mattress and the windows to either side, all other surfaces in
Bonnie's tube-chamber were lightly padded, and she noted two
additional features, both mounted in shallow niches at the far
end of her accommodations. The first was an honest-to-god
life-sized rubber tit, complete with nipple. A small
plaque under the artificial boob read "WATER." The second
was some sort of padded funnel with a flexible rubber hose
attached. Its plaque read "URINAL," and in smaller print
underneath, "PRESS BUTTON FOR SUCTION."
She could see that there was, indeed, a button on the side of
Just then, the LED lights winked on in the chamber to her left
and Bonnie watched Jade more-or-less fly into a
tube-chamber identical to her own and land on its mattress in a
naked sprawl. She quickly scrambled around, encumbered
only by her cuffed ankles, and pounded on the padded interior of
the now closed hatch with clenched fists. She was also
shouting a series of no doubt very rude comments and/or
suggestions, but all Bonnie could hear was a curious, low
Jade realized Bonnie was there and turned to face her.
Bonnie did the same and they were now kneeling on their
respective mattresses with their palms pressed against the glass
"Are you all right?" Bonnie shouted.
Jade frowned and said something in return, but all Bonnie heard
was more of the same low-frequency noise. She surmised
there was some sort of sound-dampening system at play: white
noise or their attempts at speech being simultaneously
rebroadcast 180° out of phase... something like that.
Bonnie was familiar with all the technical aspects of production
(at the intern level) but she wasn't a sound engineer.
Apparently, Jade had reached the same conclusion, or
supposition, or... whatever, and had stopped trying to
communicate. Bonnie was tired. She put her hands
together palm to palm, then turned them to the right and rested
the side of her face on them, miming the use of a pillow.
Jade sighed, then nodded, reclined on her oh-so-comfortable
mattress, and closed her eyes.
Bonnie sighed and decided to follow suit, but first, she crawled
to the rubber tit and took a refreshing (and humiliating)
drink. This required several iterations of sucking and
swallowing, but the promised water was cool and, indeed,
refreshing. She then used the "URINAL." The funnel
was exactly the required shape—which Bonnie realized was no
accident—and the urinal operated with perfect (and humiliating)
Her evening toilette complete, Bonnie stretched out and did her
best to relax. Her stomach growled—she hadn't had anything
to eat since breakfast, immediately before her
arrest/kidnapping—but there was no mini-fridge well-stocked with
yummy snacks to go with the drinking tit and sucking
Despite her worries about the future (her own and Jade's),
Bonnie's exhaustion returned. She closed her eyes... and
drifted off to sleep.
The Big Board
Meeting happened in a unique conference room on the 90th
floor. Payne Tower had its share of executive-grade spaces
with large tables and comfortable chairs, but this particular
venue was a combination meeting room and mini-theater with an
unusually high ceiling. Three of its four walls were giant
projection screens. The entertainment conglomerate's
executive meetings often revolved around movie or television
works-in-progress, even at the very highest level, so
sophisticated viewing facilities were required.
In addition to Sorcha and Penelope Payne, a dozen smartly
dressed men and women were present, ranging in age from their
40's to early 60's, all members of the Payne Entertainment board
of directors. Conspicuous in their absence were Dominique
Payne and Audrey Klein, but they were expected shortly.
Coffee and tea was sipped, small talk happened, and
then—finally—Dominique and Audrey arrived, accompanied by Xin.
"Good morning, everyone," Dominique purred as she settled into
the throne-like chair at the head of the table. She was
wearing one of her trademark little-black-dresses. Sorcha
was seated on her right and Penelope on her left. The
younger sisters were also in black, Sorcha in a business suit
and Penelope in a turtleneck, jacket, and skirt.
The other board members murmured greeting and watched as Xin
escorted Audrey to the far end of the table and plunked her into
the only remaining empty chair.
Xin was dressed for business in heels, hose, dark-gray skirt,
matching jacket, and a white blouse. Her long, straight,
dark-brown hair was pulled back in a strict ponytail.
Audrey Klein was also dressed for business, but in a dark-brown
skirt and jacket of unconventional design. The skirt was a
pencil skirt, but an excessively tight pencil
skirt. In fact, it was a knee-length hobble skirt.
It pressed Audrey's upper legs together as tightly as if they
were wrapped in several yards of stretched and overlapping linen
bandages. She could still walk, but wouldn't be winning
any footraces—especially against her handler, Xin.
As for Audrey's jacket, it had a V-shaped, plunging décolletage
that provided a generous glimpse of its wearer's chest and
side-boobs, all the way to her navel—or rather, it would have if
Audrey's arms weren't folded across her midriff. Yes,
Audrey's stylish brown jacket was a stylish brown strait-jacket.
The ends of the sleeves were joined, enforcing Audrey's
self-hug, but the technical details were hidden under a wide,
taut panel of brown cloth zipped closed against the small of her
Audrey's brown locks were loose about her shoulders, framing her
glowering face. Also, a wide strip of nearly transparent
tape covered her lower face and sealed her lips. As a
final humiliating detail, someone had painted a pair of bright
red lips over her real lips. Only at a distance
of several yards would it be unclear as to whether or not Audrey
was tape-gagged. In the boardroom/theater, it was obvious
to all present that the CEO of Klein Studios might be attending
the meeting, but would be keeping her thoughts to herself.
As Xin planted Audrey in her chair, Dominique gazed down the
length of the table, beaming an openly gloating smile at her
traitorous associate. Sorcha and Penelope's expressions
were somewhat more sympathetic, as were those of the other board
members; however, to some extent and to varying degrees, all
were enjoying Audrey's predicament. One didn't rise to the
top of the Payne hierarchy without direct knowledge and
appreciation of what happened on the non-vanilla side of Payne
Tower. In point of fact, all present were patrons of (or
had been "involuntary" participants in) the various kinky games
and diversions of the upper-level nightclubs and spas.
"We all know why we're here," Dominique purred. "All those
in favor of a very hostile takeover of Klein Studios by
the Payne Entertainment Group signify by saying—"
Sorcha cleared her throat. "Ahem."
Dominique turned and favored her younger sister with a tolerant
smile. "I know, I know. We should stick to the rules
of order." She turned back to the waiting board members
(and the glowering, tape-gagged Audrey Klein). "I call
this meeting of the Payne Entertainment Group's Board of
Directors to order. Let the system log all present and
Text displaying the date, time, and list of attendees appeared
on all three screens, products of the groupware software that
would be documenting the event.
"Is there a motion to wave the reading of the minutes of the
last meeting?" Dominique continued. Voices muttered, right
hands were raised (except for Audrey's), and the groupware noted
that the motion was seconded and approved (with one
abstention). "Old business?" Dominique added, expecting
the same response.
Instead, all present focused on Audrey, who stared daggers at
Dominique and forced an angry "Mrrrpgh!" through her sealed
"Yes, of course," Sorcha said—as if she'd understood what Audry
was trying to say—then turned to her big sister. "At our
last meeting we agreed to postpone a vote on green-lighting the
Girl Genius project until our next meeting, which would
be this meeting."
Dominique rolled her eyes. "Oh, very well. I still
think it's too early to make a commitment."
"Our exclusive television rights to Girl Genius expire
in three months," Sorcha responded. "Unless we commit to
full production of the series very soon, meaning now,
the opportunity will pass. We have an excellent pilot
script, two additional fully-scripted episodes, and outlines for
"And Molly Quinn for the title role," Penelope added, "if
we'll give her a contract to sign. We can't expect her to
put her career on hold forever. Rumor has it Disney wants
her for the live-action Kim Possible: The College Years
franchise they're developing."
Penelope tapped a button on her tablet and two images appeared
on the three mega-screens next to the scrolling text of the
minutes of the meeting. One was art from the classic Phil
and Kaga Foglio Girl Genius comics/graphic novels
depicting the heroine, Agatha Heterodyne. The other was a
head-shot of Molly C. Quinn.
Dominique heaved an exasperated sigh. "You really think
there's a prime-time audience for this sort of... thing?"
Sorcha heaved a sigh of her own. "An audience for a
steampunk fantasy action-adventure series with airships, giant
robots, mechanical castles, and bio-engineered monsters?
"Epic battles, romance, treacherous captures, and daring
escapes?" Penelope added, "all served up with girl-power, an
appreciation of science, a healthy dose of the
damsel-in-distress, and inspired comedic writing?
Several of the board-members nodded. It was clear that
Dominique was in the minority.
"Your pointless delay of Girl Genius is what caused
Audrey to act," Sorcha said quietly, nodding down the table at
Audrey. "Years ago you made us pass on the revival of the
Wonder Woman series, then the proposed Danger Girls
movie, then the Barbarella remake, and just last
year, you let us get outbid for the new Nancy Drew series.
The last decade has been one lost opportunity after another."
Again, several board-members nodded. Dominique could feel
her control of the meeting slipping away. "All right, all
right. We're taking over Klein Studios anyway, so we might
as well green-light her precious Genius Girl series."
She glanced down the table and glared at Audrey Klein, who
glared back. "All those in favor?"
With a chorus of "Ayes" (and one "Mrrf!"), the project was
unanimously approved. Sorcha tapped a virtual button on
her tablet and an addendum to the written record painted the
giant screens, noting that by her command, draft contracts and
memorandums of agreement were already flying from the offices
below in response to the vote.
Dominique's smile returned. "Now, I suppose we can move on
to new business?"
There was a chorus of "Ayes."
"Very well, then." Dominique's smile turned evil (or
possibly more evil) and she started to speak—but wasn't quick
"I call for an immediate vote of no confidence in the chairman
of the board of directors," Penelope blurted.
"I second the motion!" Sorcha said quickly.
Dominique turned her head from side to side, staring at her
sisters in shock. "What?"
"I move we wave discussion of the motion," one of the board
"Seconded," another confirmed.
"Now wait just a minute!" Dominique growled as she rose from her
chair. There was another chorus of "ayes" and Dominique
scowled at the members of the board. "If you think you
can—" Unnoticed, Xin had traversed the room and was now
directly behind Dominique's chair. She placed her hands on
Dominique's shoulders and forced her back down into her
"I call for the question," Penelope intoned.
"Seconded." Sorcha said. "All those in favor?"
Dominique tried to rise, again, but Xin quickly placed her left
arm around the former chairman's throat and held her left palm
against her lips in a tight hand-gag. Dominique clawed at
Xin's arm without effect. "Mrrrpfh!"
"That's what she said," one of the board members said,
gesturing towards Audrey, and all present laughed except for
Dominique (but including Audrey, based on the twinkle in her
Penelope smiled at Sorcha. "I nominate my sister, Sorcha
Payne, as the new chairman of the board of Payne Entertainment."
There was a chorus of "Second!" from the board members, followed
by a call for the vote.
"Aye!" The affirmative chorus was followed by a round of
applause (except for Audrey and Dominique, but it was still
clear that Audrey was very happy).
Sorcha rose to her feet. "I'm honored by your
trust." She nodded to Xin and all present watched as the
Security Supervisor dragged a kicking, mewling, and struggling
Dominique Payne from the boardroom. "I know we'll all be
forever grateful for my sister's many years of dedicated
leadership. I assure you that Dominique's decision to
retire won't mean her complete absence from Payne Tower.
She'll continue to reside in her apartments—after a little
redecorating—and I'm sure you'll all see her on a regular basis
at the various clubs and resort spas."
Penelope rose from her chair, strolled to the far end of the
table, and carefully peeled the tape from Audrey's mouth.
It surrendered its adhesive grip with great reluctance,
stretching the straitjacketed captive's lips and skin as it did
"Thank you," Audrey sighed, then her eyes popped wide when
Penelope planted a deep, wet kiss on her startled lips.
Sorcha smiled. "How many times do I have to remind the
members," she purred, "no making out during board meetings!"
Penelope broke off the kiss (and blushed). "Always a
stickler for the rules," she complained as she returned to her
"Speaking of which," Sorcha said, "I move we instruct the
groupware's expert system to amend the minutes of this meeting
to conform with the rules of order. We don't want any
question of the propriety of our..."
"Coup d'état?" a board member suggested, which was met with
"I believe 'palace revolution' is a more accurate description,"
Sorcha purred. "Now, I'd like to keep this meeting brief,
but there is additional pressing business before the
board, so... shall we proceed?"
"I second the motion," Penelope said.
"Aye!" the board chorused.
tugged on the padded leather cuffs restraining her wrists and
tried to kick free of the matching cuffs binding her
ankles. There was also a matching belt buckled and locked
around her waist, but she was no more successful twisting free
of it than she was escaping from the cuffs. She was flat
on her bed with her arms stretched towards the headboard with
her wrists about eighteen inches apart. Her legs were
stretched towards the foot, also about eighteen inches apart—and
in both cases it was a significant stretch. She might as
well be on a rack. This was possible only because of the
colossal size of the bed in question. It was custom made
and huge, appropriate for the Empress of the Payne
Empire (and suitable for orgies).
The cuffs and belts were secured to three wide leather straps
stretched perpendicular to her stretched body and somehow
secured to the side-rails of the bed-frame, taut enough to
crease the edges of the mattress. They were part of a
system of belts, cuffs, and straps that could be used to bind
one or more of Dominique's playmates-for-the evening to her bed
in various positions convenient to her purposes. However,
this was the first time a part of the system was being used to
restrain Dominique, herself.
Xin had done the deed, and without assistance. She'd
dragged Dominique to her apartment suite and into the
bedroom—where Dominique was alarmed to see the bed restraints
already deployed and waiting. Xin then stripped her former
boss naked and strapped her in place. Dominique had
struggled like the proverbial wildcat, of course, but Xin knew
nerve-pinch techniques that were not only excruciatingly
painful, but temporarily sapped the strength of the affected
muscles. Between the pain and the temporary weakness, they
were more than enough to allow Xin to accomplish the task at
Once her former boss was cuffed and belted to her bed, Xin
silenced the tirade of protest and abuse Dominique had been
heaping on her head with a ball-gag and a wide strip of
off-white Elasoplast tape. She smiled down at Dominique's
stretched, naked, athletically fit, but totally helpless
fifty-something body. The ex-CEO's angry brown eyes stared
daggers at her above the double gag. Xin then spun on her
heels, gracefully strolled through the bedroom door, and it
whisked closed behind her.
Minutes passed as Dominique tested her bonds. Her heart
was hammering. Traitors! she fumed
silently. After all I've done!
Suddenly, the door whisked open and a dozen uniformed maids
entered the bedroom. Most were pushing empty clothing
racks or service and laundry carts. Without even a glance
at the stretched, bound, gagged, and naked, deposed CEO
squirming on the bed, they set about removing the contents of
the bedroom's walk-in closet and emptying the drawers of the
furniture. They also ignored Dominique's unintelligible
orders that she should be released, immediately!
Only the maid performing the task of retrieving the scattered
clothing Dominique had worn to the board meeting and that Xin
had so casually stripped from her struggling body paused to
briefly examine Dominique's predicament... then left the bed,
dropped Dominique's clothes in a laundry cart, and helped her
fellow maids remove what remained of Dominique's loose
"MRRRR!" The smile curling the young maid's girlish lips
had been infuriating! Just you wait! You're all
going to be very sorry!
With so many hands sharing the task, the stripping of the
bedroom, closet, and master bath took less than half-an-hour—and
then they left and Dominique was alone. Naked.
Anger at her sisters' and the boards' treachery was beginning to
turn to denial and despair—then anger came roaring back!
The door had whisked open and Sorcha and Penelope had entered
Both sisters were dressed as before, exactly as they'd been when
they'd betrayed their older sister at the meeting.
However, Penelope was without her jacket and her hands were
behind her back. Dominique knew her kid sister often liked
to walk around the tower in that manner by choice, but from the
way her shoulders were rolled back and her breasts slightly more
prominent under the stretched fabric of her turtleneck, the
prisoner-of-the-bed could tell that this time there was probably
a technological explanation.
Dominique's suspicion was confirmed as Penelope walked around
the bed, kicked off her high heels, and climbed onto the giant
mattress. Her hand were palm-to-palm with joined steel
cuffs binding her wrists, a second pair of cuffs bound her upper
arms, just above the elbows, and a chain of nested links
connected the wrist-cuffs, the elbow-cuffs, and what was
probably a steel choker-collar. Dominique could see a
flash of steel peeking out from under the lower edge of the
turtleneck's turned down collar. Penelope's nipple-rings
were hidden under the sweater, of course, but they announced
their presence as a prominent pair of "pokies."
Sorcha also kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed on the
opposite side. "Did you know Dr. Folkes tortured poor
Penny's tits with some sort of peppery concoction last night?"
she asked her older sister. "That's why she's wearing the
turtleneck. Her girls look like they spent most of
yesterday evening under a sunlamp."
Dominique had been wondering why her kid sister had decided to
wear a turtleneck today. She usually likes to show
more skin, Dominique thought as she gazed at Penelope's
black-clothed boobs. She then shifted her gaze to Sorcha
and allowed her anger to resurface. "Mrrrf!"
Sorcha returned Dominique's glare with a serene smile.
"I've ordered the good doctor's assistant to take her in hand
and use her own 'interrogation techniques' on her for the next
It's important to keep one's subordinates in line, something on
which I know we both agree." She reached out and rested
her right palm on Dominique's lower tummy, between the leather
belt-restraint and her big sister's dark (and silver) pubic
bush. "Such things are especially important immediately
after a change of leadership."
"Mrrrr!" Dominique squirmed in her bonds and continued
glaring at Sorcha.
"You brought this on yourself, you know," Sorcha sighed.
"It's true," Penelope added.
"No one begrudged the 'cruel dominance' of your personal
foibles," Sorcha said, "but your refusal to take critical
advice, even in the face of repeated failures and marginal
successes that should have been much bigger successes?"
She shook her head. "Too much."
"Too much," Penelope agreed."
Dominique continued staring daggers and tugging on her bonds.
"Your furniture will be removed and the doors of the built-in
cabinets replaced over the course of the next week," Sorcha
"Also," Penelope chimed in, "the security system is being
revamped from top to bottom. New passwords, new monitoring
routines, new everything."
"Your 'retirement' will be under my control," Sorcha
said. "Xin is organizing a special cadre to make sure you
get daily exercise, good nutrition, and regular medical
care. And as I told the board, you will be
visiting the nightclubs on a regular basis... only not in the
manner in which you're currently comfortable. You'll
finally get to experience how the other half lives,
"The bottom half," Penelope purred.
"I'm sure it will take you a while to get used to your new
situation," Sorcha added, "but we'll make sure you don't have any
opportunity to become bored or sink into depression."
She leaned close and kissed Dominique's twice-gagged lips.
"Until later, darling."
"Nrrrmf!" Dominique struggled and squirmed as Sorcha
crawled off the bed, stood, and stepped into her high-heels.
"Rings," Penelope said quietly with a sigh. She was
smiling at Dominique's stretched and slightly flattened breasts.
Dominique turned her head to glare at her kid sister.
"I wonder how she'd look with rings?" the youngest Payne
continued, "like mine." Her mischievous brown eyes
remained focused on Dominique's breasts... and nipples.
Dominique froze in her bonds and gaze became one of
"You know what we decided," Sorcha chuckled. "Rings?
How many? Where? Whether or not Domie's pussy gets
shaved as slick as a newborn baby's? It all depends on
whether she decides to be a good girl, or a bad girl."
"Domie," Penelope sighed as she crawled backwards off the bed,
still smiling at her horrified big sister. "I like that."
Dominique watched as Penelope stepped into her shoes.
Then, both sisters left the bedroom and the door whisked closed.
And thus, Dominique's "retirement" began.
awake the instant the hatch of her "Damsel Tube" (as she'd
decided to call the thing) hissed and popped
open. A strong pair of hands grabbed her cuffed ankles and
dragged her from the tube. They belonged to one of the
giant, muscular, supremely trained, black cat-suited and masked
amazon handlers. Before Bonnie could react, she was spun
around, her wrists cuffed behind her back, then a ball-gag was
stuffed in her mouth and strapped tight.
Belatedly, Bonnie realized the same thing was happening to
Jade. That is, her fellow intern was being wrist-cuffed
and ball-gagged. Jade struggled and fought—She always
struggles and fights, Bonnie thought—but to no
avail. I just had a nice nap, Bonnie
realized. Maybe I should start fighting.
She had no excuse not to... other than the fact that she was
weak from hunger, the amazons were literal amazons and
could handle pitiful, pathetic little Bonnie Schnupp with
trivial ease no matter how much she resisted, and as usual,
struggling and squirming wasn't doing Jade any good.
Anyway, it was already far too late. She was already bound
The naked and helplessly restrained captives were hoisted onto
amazonian shoulders and carried from the "Tube Hotel."
After a short, bouncing journey that arrived at a large tiled
chamber very much like the shower room of an executive gym—and
as Bonnie was lowered to her cuffed feet and she had a better
chance to look around—she decided the chamber was exactly like
the shower room of an executive gym. The tiles were three
distinct shades of dove-gray marble and the fixtures brushed
Oh-by-the-way, there were attendants present, six of them, and
they were all dressed in translucent latex uniforms. All
were slender, curvaceous, and quite obviously athletically fit,
but while the amazon handlers were muscular giants, the
attendants were more like dancers or acrobats.
And as for their uniforms, they were covered from head to toe,
and their features were hidden behind mirrored masks. They
were faceless and anonymous, like the amazons, but while the She
Hulks were uniformly black, each of the attendant was a
different color, specifically: red, orange, yellow, green, blue,
Once their cuffs and gags were removed, Bonnie and Jade were
handed off to the rainbow of latex maidens.
That is, the prisoners received hot showers. Liquid soap
and soft sponges were involved, as well as a great deal of
intimate handling, and the attendants turned out to be just as
competent in the art of damsel control as their giant,
black-clad, fellow Payne employees. And what they lacked
in size they more than made up for in numbers. Three
attendants per reluctant bather turned out to be more than
sufficient to keep Bonnie and Jade under control.
And speaking of reluctance... For once, Jade decided to go
with the flow—the gloriously hot, invigorating, pulse-massaging
flow. By her wet expression she wasn't happy, but she let
herself be handled by her red, yellow, and green handlers.
Over on the blue, orange, and violet side, Bonnie was equally
cooperative. She even smiled a little. The pair of
black-clad amazons quite unnecessarily stood guard at the
doorway, well away from the splashing water, ready to intercept
any wet, slippery interns that wiggled free of their latex
Once they had been thoroughly (very thoroughly) bathed,
the rainbow of attendants toweled Bonnie and Jade dry, then used
brushes, combs, and hand-dryers to deal with their blond and
black hair, respectively. Again, Jade was compliant.
Bonnie assumed her friend had decided she might as well save her
strength, a strategy Bonnie had independently settled upon some
And then, as soon as the interns were clean and groomed (but
still naked), the attendants lined up against the wall (in the
order of the colors of the rainbow) and the amazons took over.
As the black-clad giants approached, Jade dropped into fighting
stance—but the amazons stopped when they were just out of
"At this point," one of the masked She Hulks announced, "we've
been instructed to allow you cooperate, if you're so
inclined. Would you like to take a nice walk—" She
waved a pair of the rubber-clad cuffs. "—or do you want to
"Bite me," Jade huffed, her hands balled in tight fists.
Bonnie heaved a sigh, then forced a thin smile. "Time and
place?" she whispered in an aside to her fellow prisoner.
Jade seemed to mull over Bonnie's words for a few heartbeats...
then relaxed and heaved a sigh of her own.
"Follow me, ladies," the other amazon said, then stepped
off. Bonnie and Jade trooped obediently behind, and the
second amazon brought up the rear.
They passed down a hallway, through a door, and into a busy
corridor (which Bonnie didn't find to be at all
embarrassing—not!) Executives and executive
assistants, male and female, young and old, all dressed for
business, passed the amazons and their two naked charges without
so much as an appreciative glance. All were chatting
and/or receiving instructions and/or striding with obvious
purpose towards some no doubt frightfully important
meeting. Naked, twenty-something interns being escorted
down the hallway? That was par for the course on this side
of the Tower of Payne.
Their destination was a door that whisked open to reveal what
was obviously an entryway. A second door was straight
ahead. The lead amazon pointed to the second door, then
joined her partner in the hallway and the door whisked closed.
Bonnie and Jade gazed uncertainly at the far door... sighed...
then stepped forward.
The door whisked open, they entered the space beyond, the door
whisked closed behind them, and they stared in wide-eyed wonder.