|by Van © 2018
Amondi, and Anne, their arrival at Isla Pluma was an unmitigated
Back in the Cave of the Cleaner Fish, Anne had eventually lost
her struggle to keep her feet above the water. Her stomach
and leg muscles threatening to cramp, she finally surrendered to
the inevitable and allowed her legs to straighten and her feet
to submerge. Hanging from suspension cuffs with arms over
her head and suffering the added drag of the cannonball weight
attached to her ankle chains, Anne's predicament was bad enough,
but then... the fish returned! She squirmed and wiggled in
her bonds and mewled and giggled through her ball-gag, her ab
muscles quaking with exhaustion as the fish pecked and nibbled
on her toes and feet.
And while this happened, all Sadista did was relax in her lounge
chair and smile. Obviously, for the decadent, unspeakably
cruel billionaire, watching beautiful, naked, helpless damsels
writhe in ticklish torment was the height of
entertainment. Anne's stamina might be waning, but her
hatred of Sadista was growing.
Finally, nearly unconscious from fatigue and distress, Anne
realized Toni had returned, bearing an icy drink (with a fruit
garnish and a little umbrella) for her mistress, and now
she was turning the crank of the winch holding Anne suspended
over the pool. Ratcheting click followed ratcheting
click... and Anne's feet emerged from the water. The
cannonball-weight was still underwater, but her pink, dripping
feet were not.
Toni smiled and left, but Sadista remained in her chair, sipping
her drink. Apparently, she found the sight of a naked,
ball-gagged, exhausted redhead dangling from her wrists nearly
as entertaining as watching her be tickled by nibbling fish.
Anne closed her eyes. Time passed... then she was roused
by the sound of the iron gate in the cave opening and
closing. She opened her eyes and found that she was alone,
still naked, still suspended over the pool, and still
ball-gagged. She closed her eyes again, and tried to go to
Amondi had fared somewhat better, but was far from happy.
Toni had spreadeagled her on the sand of the beach, the same
beach on which they'd arrived. After tethering Charlotte
and Maddy to a palm tree, she'd dragged Amondi to four stakes
already pounded into the sand, removed her steel cuffs, plunked
her down on the sand, and lashed her in place with quarter-inch
Amondi had not been passive. She'd fought and struggled,
but once again Toni demonstrated her overwhelming strength,
expertise as a handler of reluctant damsels, and skill as a
rigger of rope bondage. Despite her best efforts, the
African beauty found herself flat on her back with her arms and
legs flung wide and rope binding her wrists and ankles.
She only had about an inch of slack for each limb, the rope
bands around her wrists and ankles tight and plentiful, and the
knots unreachable by her groping fingers.
The prisoner on the sands lifted her ball-gagged head and
watched Toni lead Maddy and Charlotte up the stairs to the
structure above, and then she was alone. The sun was
filtered by the camouflage net far overhead, but it was still
the tropics. All too soon, her ebony skin glistened with
Meanwhile, Toni led her remaining charges to The Box. She
removed Maddy's leash but left her collar, armbinder,
body-harness, hobbling ankle-cuffs, and muzzle-gag intact.
Charlotte's steel cuffs, belly-chain, fetters, and ball-gag were
untouched. The door clanged shut, the lock engaged, there
was a short pause... and the floor beneath the captive's bare
feet began to move. The treadmill accelerated until it was
setting a brisk pace.
Maddy knew not to allow herself to even brush against the walls,
but unfortunately was unable to communicate a warning to
Charlotte. The naked, chained Brit squealed through her
ball-gag when she failed to keep pace and allowed the rolling
floor to carry her butt and cuffed hands against the closed and
locked door—Mrrrk!—then hurried to keep pace with Maddy in the
middle of the floor.
The Box was lit by glowing panels set in the ceiling, more than
enough for the captives to see each others bonds and bodies, but
their continuous walking made trying to free each other
problematic at best. Charlotte's steel bonds were all
locked and would require the use of a key or some sort of
specialized tool to remove. As for Maddy's leather
restraints, upon inspection Charlotte discovered the buckles
weren't simple affairs, but would require the use of both hands
to remove, one to press and hold a pair of spring-loaded flanges
and the other to actually release the leather strap.
The prisoners of The Box had no choice but to walk... and to
For Maddy, the
arrival of the three young actors was what might be called a mitigated
Sadista now had four damsels to play with. That was the
good news, as Maddy now had rivals for Sadista's
"affection." However, Maddy seemed to be receiving more
than a quarter of the billionaire's sadistic attention.
That was the bad news.
As hot, humid, tropical day followed hot, humid, tropical day,
Maddy was kept busy, nearly as busy as Toni. Running
sessions on the island's beaches and sandy jungle trails
continued, but now with Toni leading at least two naked, bound,
and gagged runners, as opposed to just Maddy—and Maddy ran every
day. The others did not. The senior damsel suspected
the junior damsel or damsels not on the run were being
"entertained" in some other manner, meaning they were off
somewhere being tickle-tortured by Sadista, but as the captives
continued being fed one-by-one and mealtime were the only time
their gags were removed, they were unable to compare notes and
Maddy couldn't be sure of anything that was happening outside
There was one other way in which Maddy's routine changed after
Charlotte, Amondi, and Anne's arrival:
On even-numbered nights Maddy slept in her tiny cell, as
usual. But on odd-numbered nights, Toni dragged her to
what was quite obviously Mistress Sadista's master bedroom,
planted her on a piece of furniture in the middle of the room,
facing the bed, and lashed her in place.
The first time it happened Maddy was naked (as always) and bound
to a straight-back wooden chair with her arms behind the
back. Her ankles were linked to her wrists, making it a
sitting hogtie, and neat bands of rope yoked her shoulders and
bound her arms and torso, waist, thighs, and lower-legs together
and to the chair. The chair itself seemed to be bolted or
somehow clamped to the floor. Whatever the arrangement, it
didn't move when Maddy struggled and tried to resist. She
was gagged with a two-inch rubber ball that Toni popped in her
mouth, as well as a wide strip of medical tape that sealed her
lips and covered most of her lower face. Also (ominously)
Toni buckled and padlocked a shock-collar around her neck.
With that, Toni gave Maddy a condescending pat on the head, atop
her tousled hair, spun on her heel, left the bedroom, and the
The window-wall of Sadista's bedroom faced west, so Maddy could
turn her head and look across a generous balcony to the
magnificent sunset beyond. And she had time to enjoy the entire
sunset. Golden clouds and blue sky turned to orange and
purple... which turned to red and indigo. The stars
appeared... and it was night.
Maddy had long since given up trying to free herself. Toni
knew her knots, and especially where to place them, and she knew
how to intertwine or hitch or whatever the proper term for what
she did to make sure none of Maddy's many bonds loosened,
tightened, and especially shifted, no matter how she wiggled and
squirmed. And as for the gag, like the ropes, it was a
Maddy heaved a sad sigh and settled in to take a nap... ...zzzzzzz...
...then snapped awake when a bikini and sarong-clad Sadista
dragged a naked, bound, gagged, and shock-collared Charlotte
James into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. The
comely Brit was naked (of course, as always) and bound with hemp
rope. Her arms were folded behind her back and a neat,
elaborate web of interlaced strands yoked her shoulders, pinned
her upper arms to her sides, and framed her modest
breasts. Maddy had seen the technique before—had endured
the technique before—and remembered Toni referring to the
arrangement as a "box-tie."
Remarkably, Charlotte wasn't gagged. "Please," the naked
Brit whined as Sadista crossed her ankles and used a length of
rope to bind them together. "Let me go." She glanced
at Maddy, bound and gagged in her chair. "Let us
Maddy had already noticed that Charlotte was wearing a
shock-collar identical to her own, but obviously, it wasn't
active. Come to think of it, Maddy didn't know if her own
collar was active. But being tape-gagged with a rubber
ball in her mouth, there was little point in making mewling
noises and finding out.
"Oh, Lottie, darling," Sadista purred. "What would be the
fun in that?" The prisoners watched as she picked up a
tablet computer and tapped and slid her way through various
menus. "Have you ever made love to a woman, Lottie?"
"Excuse me?" Charlotte inquired (and blushed). "No!"
"I see," Sadista chuckled, then heaved a theatrical sigh.
"I suppose I'll have to go first."
"No!" Charlotte gasped, twisting and struggling in her
bonds. Her hair was plaited in a single braid that dangled
behind her horrified head.
"Don't be tiresome, Lottie," Sadista purred.
"Don't touch me!" Charlotte demanded.
Sadista's reply was to tap the tablet's screen one last time,
then return the device to the bedside table. She then
removed her sarong... followed by her bikini. Now as naked
as her captives (but unbound), the smiling brunette (with mauve
highlights) climbed onto the bed and next to the horrified
"Don't you d—!" Charlotte would have said more, but as
soon as she'd started speaking—Maddy's eyes popped wide and the
chair-bound captive screamed through her gag!
Charlotte blinked uncertainly at her fellow prisoner, then
shifted her gaze to Sadista.
"That's right," Sadista chuckled. "I turned on both
collars, but now, the sensors in your collar are slaved to
Maddy's collar, and the discipline function of your collar is
disabled. So, when you make tiresome noises, Maddy
gets punished. Isn't WiFi fabulous?"
Charlotte returned to staring in horror at Maddy. Their
sad eyes locked across the intervening distance. Both were
bound and helpless, and now Charlotte was "responsible" for
Maddy's punishment. The situation was both perverted and
cruel, and they could do nothing about it.
"All right then," Sadista purred as she produced a mauve
feather, "let me show you my favorite kind of foreplay."
Charlotte's eyes popped wide and she bit her lower lip to keep
quiet as Sadista began tickling her breasts and nipples with the
feather, as well as her neck, ears, throat, stomach, and
thighs. Charlotte wiggled, squirmed, and tried her best to
roll away, but Sadista controlled her captive bedmate's pathetic
efforts to evade the gliding feather.
Now and then, Maddy's collar would deliver a very low-powered
electrical shock. Apparently, Charlotte's collar was
sensitive enough to detect and transmit even her strangled
subvocalizations and stifled giggles. Thankfully, the
unpleasant but not painful sensations were brief and few.
Sadista's cruel "foreplay" continued for some time, then she
added her lips and tongue to the mix, licking Charlotte's
neck... and breasts... and teasing her nipples by gently tugging
on them with her teeth. Finally, Sadista climbed atop
Charlotte's squirming, bound body, used her hands to hold
Charlotte's thighs apart, and began licking and probing her
Maddy could no longer see Charlotte's face, but she had an
excellent view of Sadista's bobbing head as she teased and
"entertained" Charlotte's pussy. She knew Sadista's pussy
had to be hovering mere inches above Charlotte's no doubt
horrified face, but Sadista's back and buttocks were in the
way. All Maddy could do was sit in her chair, watch
Sadista work her evil magic, and hope that when the inevitable
happened—when Sadista succeeded in forcing an orgasm from the
helpless Brit—Charlotte would be able to control herself and
As luck would have it, Charlotte's English Reserve held and she
managed to survive being licked to orgasm without screaming,
yodeling, or doing anything else that triggered more than an
unpleasant buzz from Maddy's shock-collar.
"There now," Sadista said after she rolled off Charlotte's
weakly squirming, panting body, "I hope you were paying close
attention, 'cause now it's your turn."
Still panting, her face shining with sweat, Charlotte stared at
Sadista in wide-eyed horror, then shook her head.
Sadista's evil smile never wavered. "You're going to be
difficult? How unfortunate." She lifted the tablet
from the nightstand and began tapping the screen. "There,
she said finally. Ms, Rynsburger's collar is no longer
slaved to yours, Lottie darling; however, your collar is
active. Try speaking if you don't believe me. And
finally..." She tapped the screen one last time.
"MRRRF!" Maddy's collar had given her a serious
"One pulse every thirty seconds until you do as you're told,"
Maddy and Charlotte locked eyes in horror. Maddy wasn't
about to try and beg. It was too much to ask for Charlotte
to debase herself to spare Maddy from Sadista's inevitable
Charlotte shifted her gaze to Sadista and silently begged with
her sad, doe eyes.
"MRF!" The second shock had been delivered. Maddy
had tried to suppress her reaction, but found it impossible.
Charlotte flinched at Maddy's distress, then turned her face to
Sadista and nodded.
"You'll be a good girl and suck my pussy 'til I tell you to
stop?" Sadista purred.
Charlotte shivered in her bonds, and nodded again.
"Well then..." Sadista tapped the tablet, returned it to
the nightstand, then reclinded on the pillows piled against the
headboard and indicated her crotch with a languid gesture.
"Wiggle on down there and get to work, Lottie," she ordered.
Charlotte heaved a sigh, then proceeded to do just that.
Soon, her face was in Sadista's crotch, framed by their captor's
splayed thighs, and her head began to bob.
"With enthusiasm," Sadista purred, and Charlotte's head bobbed
Maddy stared daggers at their tormentor. She couldn't help
herself. She estimated that more than thirty seconds had
passed since the second pulse, so she supposed that for now she
was "safe" from punishment, but it had come at a terrible price
for poor Charlotte. She stared at Sadista with cold
hatred. If it's the last thing I do, she silently
vowed, I'll... What could she do? She
was helpless. Charlotte, Amondi, and Anne were
helpless. Sadista and Toni were not helpless, and
they were in charge.
night as an involuntary observer of Sadista's perfidy, Maddy
managed to get a little sleep. The chair was uncomfortable
and the spectacle of poor little Charlotte being forced to
service Sadista was both appalling and compelling... but
finally, Maddy closed her eyes and drifted off.
The next day dawned clear and bright and it was business as
usual. Toni led/dragged poor, exhausted Charlotte from the
bedroom, Sadista strolled into her no doubt huge, luxurious
master bath, took a shower, changed into a different mauve
bikini and whisper-thin sarong, then abandoned Maddy and
(apparently) started her day. Toni returned (eventually)
and Maddy was finally untied and her day began.
That night, she slept in her tiny cell... very soundly.
Near sunset of the day that followed, Toni led Maddy back to the
master bedroom. This time, the straight chair facing the
bed was gone. In its place was an overstuffed loveseat
upholstered with mauve leather. Personally, Maddy thought
it was a truly hideous shade—a mauve loveseat?—but somehow, it
fit the bedroom decor. Also, it was soft and
comfortable. Ominously, several coils of rope lay on the
floor next to the loveseat. Toni plunked Maddy down and
set to work.
Several minutes later, Maddy's legs were splayed, her ankles
lashed to the loveseat's short and stubby front legs, and her
knees to the back legs. The knee ropes were tight enough
to dimple the soft padding of the armrests. Toni then tied
Maddy's wrists together in front, raised then over her head, and
secured them to the back of the loveseat. Additional (and
largely unnecessary) ropes yoked Maddy's shoulders, framed her
breasts, encircled her waist, dove between her legs to cleave
her crotch, and severely limited her ability to squirm and/or
lift herself off the cushions. Her gag was a hollow rubber
sphere pierced by a dozen or so breathing holes with its strap
buckled and padlocked at the nape of her neck.
Toni had changed Maddy's bonds in series, never allowing her any
real chance to resist, much less wiggle free and run away.
Toni smiled down at the naked, helpless
prisoner-of-the-loveseat. Maddy glared up at her
handler/rigger. Toni buckled and padlocked a shock-collar
around Maddy's neck, spun on her heel, and left the bedroom,
leaving Maddy to "enjoy" the sunset.
So... Maddy wondered. Who will it be tonight?
It was probable, if not inevitable, that some time after full
dark Sadista would drag either Amondi or Anne to the bed and (to
put it delicately) take liberties with her while Maddy
watched. At least the loveseat is more comfortable
than that damned straight chair. Spending the night
tied to the hard, unpadded, wooden chair had been
unpleasant. The loveseat was better, if anything about her
current situation could be characterized as such.
Darkness fell... Maddy continued to sit in naked, gagged, bound
helplessness... and finally, the question was resolved.
Sadista dragged Amondi into the bedroom.
Sadista was in her usual mauve bikini and sarong. Amondi
was naked (big surprise) except for the hemp ropes binding her
folded arms behind her back and pinning her arms to her sides in
another box-tie. The African beauty was gagged with a wide
strip of white medical tape that covered most of her lower
face. A shock-collar was around her neck, and it was clear
that she was not happy. Sadista and her prisoner
stood before Maddy and the loveseat and smiled and stared sadly
"She's beautiful," Sadista said, apparently to Amondi, "and her
tan is coming along nicely, don't you think?"
Maddy continued her ball-gagged stare. While it was
objectively true that she was developing an allover tan, Maddy
could care less whether or not Sadista thought she was
Amondi's eyes communicated solidarity with the senior captive...
not that either of them could do anything about whatever Sadista
had in mind. Maddy had a good idea, of course, but Amondi
Finally, Sadista dragged Amondi to the bed and tossed her on its
neatly made surface. The dark-skinned beauty bounced, then
tucked her legs and stared daggers at Sadista.
"Don't worry, darling," Sadista chuckled, her smile focused on
Amondi, "you're also beautiful." She removed her sarong
and bikini, then climbed on the bed. "The progress of your
tan is rather a moot issue, of course."
"Mrrrk!" Amondi complained as Sadista pulled her into a tight
embrace and began caressing her breasts and nuzzling her
neck. "MRRR!" She kicked and squirmed, doing her
best to escape Sadista's attentions.
Sadista laughed, apparently enjoying Amondi's resistance (as
well as her dark, firm, very feminine body). The decidedly
uneven wrestling match continued for about a minute, then
Sadista released her embrace. "Enough is enough," the
naked villainess purred, then reached for the tablet computer on
Maddy watched with dread as Sadista tapped and slid her finger
across the screen. Amondi frowned above her gag, not
knowing what Sadista's use of the device might portend; however,
she could tell from Maddy's ball-gagged expression that it
wouldn't be good.
"Now," Sadista purred, her finger poised above the tablet,
"watch this." She tapped the screen, and—
Maddy had received a serious jolt from her collar! She
shivered in her bonds and glared at Sadista.
Amondi, who obviously had not been shocked, gazed at Maddy in
horror, then shifted her brown eyes to Sadista.
"That's right," Sadista purred, smiling at Amondi. "You'll
be a good girl, or Ms. Rynsburger will have a most
unpleasant evening. Understand?" She shifted her
sinister smile to Maddy. "Don't worry, darling," she
said. "I've decided that tonight I won't link Amondi's
collar sensors to your collar. Tonight you can sit back in
your nice, comfortable sofa and enjoy the action,
undisturbed." She shifted back to Amondi. "But of
course, that will depend on how many demonstrations Ms. Obiero
requires before she decides to be cooperative."
Amondi heaved a tape-gagged sigh, then lowered her eyes in
"Excellent!" Sadista gushed, then set the tablet back on the
nightstand. "Now, being a generous hostess, I'll
go first. Then, I'll unseal your lips and let you return
the favor. Spread your legs, darling."
Amondi shared a few seconds of gagged commiseration with
Maddy... then rolled onto her back and spread her legs, as
Sadista crawled between Amondi's legs, flopped down onto her
stomach, and began licking the squirming, shivering beauty's
Maddy heaved a gagged sigh of her own. Amondi was a good
person, like Charlotte, and had no choice but to comply with
Sadista's depraved demands. And all Maddy could do was
watch, like the first time she was an involuntary observer in
Oddly (in Maddy's experience) little if any tickling happened
that evening. Apparently, Sadista was in an exclusively
day was another "day off." There was the usual naked
languishing and involuntary exercise followed by a night alone
in her cell. For Maddy, this more or less solidified the
new pattern that on alternate nights she would be an
involuntary, outraged, and helpless witness in Sadista's
bedroom. If forced to guess, Maddy would have predicted
that her next session would find her tied to some piece of
furniture in Sadista's bedroom and watching the ravishment
and/or tickle-torture of Anne Knoll. As fate (meaning
Sadista's whim) would have it, Maddy was wrong, or mostly wrong,
but also largely right.
Evening rolled around and Toni changed Maddy's bondage from the
wrist-cuffs, belly-chain, and hobbling ankle-cuffs she'd been
wearing all day to a leather harness and armbinder. This
particular model was a U-shaped tube of black leather that
trapped Maddy's folded arms behind her back and against her
spine. It encased her arms and hands from armpit to armpit
and laced tight along its entire length. The harness was a
combination cup-less bra and corset-belt with five narrow straps
and a flap of leather that reinforced the binder by buckling
tight across her forearms, and the bra-straps buckled to the
binder's upper-arms, yoked her shoulders and framed her breasts,
tight enough to impart a slight bulge. Toni left Maddy's
ankle-cuffs and hobbling chain intact.
It was stringent bondage, but more or less comfortable, or as
comfortable as any of the diverse restraints Toni had inflicted
on Maddy thus far.
Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the gag Toni forced
into Maddy's mouth and buckled tight at the nape of her neck,
under her tousled hair. It was a padded steel ring that
locked behind her teeth and propped her mouth wide open.
It was a dreadful invention. Maddy could wiggle her
tongue... but couldn't move her jaws at all.
And then, Toni left. Once again Maddy was left to languish
on one of the estate's lower balconies, her hobble-chain
tethered to the stone wall by means of a ten-foot chain and a
padlock. This particular balcony was under the camouflage
netting that shaded Hidden Eye Cove, the sinkhole-like feature
with sea-cave access to the ocean and a private, crescent-shaped
beach. Maddy heard a distant mewling sound, dragged her
chain to the edge of the balcony, looked down at said beach, and
found a sinister drama unfolding below.
Amondi and Charlotte were present. Specifically, they were
buried in the sand with only their ball-gagged heads and bare
feet exposed to the tropical air. Maddy assumed they were
bound in some manner. The weight of the sand might have
been enough to render them helpless, but it was a safe bet Toni
had simplified the task of burying them by tying them up first.
Sadista was also present, wearing her usual mauve bikini and
sarong and sitting in a semi-lotus in front of Charlotte and
Amondi's feet, which she appeared to be tickling. The
distance was great enough that Maddy couldn't be absolutely sure
what Sadista was using, but it might have been another of her
mauve feathers (which was hardly surprising). However, the
distance was nowhere near great enough to hide Charlotte and
Amondi's reactions. Maddy could hear the gagged giggling
and muffled screams of the helpless actresses as Sadista
tormented their wiggling toes and pale soles.
We have to get out of here, Maddy thought as she watched
Sadista tickle-torture the two actresses. We have to
escape from this horrible place... somehow.
Night was falling. The sun had long since dropped below
the clifftop of the circular cove, and the sky filtering through
the netting was beginning to fade. Sadista continued
ticking Charlotte and Amondi's feet... then, Sadista
stopped. She said something to her very distressed
captives, leaned forwards on her hands and knees and kissed
their glistening foreheads... first Amondi's, and then
Charlotte's... then gracefully climbed to her feet and strolled
towards the stairs leading up to the estate.
Night continued to fall. It was funny that way. The
beach below got darker and darker, to the point that Maddy could
barely see Charlotte and Amondi. More precisely, she could
barely see Charlotte and Amondi's ball-gagged heads and
feet. Surely they aren't gonna just leave them
there all night... are they? As if to answer Maddy's
mental question, Toni appeared down below and strolled across
the sand in the mostly buried actress' direction. The
bikini-clad blond amazon had a shovel of some sort over one
Suddenly, before Maddy could witness the disinterment of her
fellow captives, Sadista appeared on Maddy's balcony.
"Bedtime, Maddy," the smiling villainess announced as she knelt
and unlocked the chain linking Maddy's hobbling chain to the
stone wall, then stood, grabbed a handful of Maddy's hair, and
led (dragged) her towards the doorway.
Maddy minced alongside Sadista (having no choice) as they made
their way down the hallway, crossed the threshold, and entered
the bedroom. Then, Maddy's eyes popped wide and she froze
in place. "Mrrrf?"
Anne Knoll was present, and the redhead was not a happy
camper. She was facing the bed and sitting on what might
be described as some sort of furniture, but it was neither a
straight chair nor a loveseat. Maddy wasn't sure what to
call the thing. A hassock-stool? A
saddle-stand? Basically, it was a padded surface with a
solid wooden base and a post-like wooden back. That was a
simple description, but the devil was very much in the details.
Anne was nude, with her knees bent and legs folded back and
splayed, her back against the post, and her hands tied behind
her back and the post. A multitude of tight, interlaced
strands of hemp rope lashed her in place, visibly dimpling her
flesh from shoulders to waist and rendering her barely able to
squirm—and Maddy suspected that Anne had every reason to want to
A wheeled cart next to the stand held some sort of electronic
console, and wires trailed from the console to small pads glued
to Anne's breasts, one on either side of each nipple, and more
pairs of pads plastered to either side of her labia, her thighs,
upper arms, and the soles of her feet. In addition, clear
cylinders of glass or acrylic plastic covered Anne's nipples and
clear vinyl tubing trailed from the tubes to the console.
Maddy strongly suspected suction was involved. She
visually reexamined the pads and trailing wires and amended her
assessment to sucking and shocking.
Anne's freckled skin was flushed pink and shining with sweat,
and she was panting through flaring nostrils above her
tape-gagged mouth. She locked eyes with Maddy.
Anne's green eyes were still angry, but Maddy saw something that
hadn't been there before: desperation.
"Take a closer look at the saddle," Sadista ordered, then, still
gripping Maddy's hair, forced her to bend at the waist.
"In fact, I insist."
Below her ginger pubic bush, Maddy could see Anne was seated on
a pad of mauve rubber or latex bristles, and something, possibly
a latex shaft, was inside her vagina!
"She's been sitting on her throne since just before Toni changed
your costume," she told Maddy as she dragged her to the bed and
tossed her on its neatly made surface.
Maddy bounced, rolled onto her side, and watched as Sadista
lifted the tablet computer from the nightstand, and tapped the
A humming noise emanated from Anne's stand and she began
blinking her green eyes, shivering her sweaty, shining body,
tugging weakly on her bonds, and whimpering through her
tape-gag—and if Maddy wasn't mistaken, the mauve shaft was
"It took a great deal of sophisticated experimentation to
perfect my 'Tikulating Orgasmatron'," Sadista purred. "I
commissioned a team of engineers, computer scientists, and
medical specialists to perfect the concept. You see, the,
shall we say, stimulus provided by the shock pads is
always below the pain threshold, but delivered with carefully
programmed modulation of the timing and intensity. They
tell me its like having a thousand ants crawling on your
skin. Add to that the pneumatic nipple suckers, vibrating
pad, and mechanical dildo, and... Well, I'm sure it's
quite a wild ride, especially when you factor in random session
profiles that cascade up and down over several hours.
Quite a wild ride."
Maddy stared at Anne in horror. The clear cylinders were
indeed, sucking on her nipples. She could see the pink
nubbins elongate, then shorten, then elongate, again. And
from the way Anne was struggling, her seat was, indeed,
vibrating and thrusting. And yet, there was still anger in
her eyes. Anne was a remarkable young women. In her
place—meaning bound and gagged atop Sadista's cruel device for
who knew how many hours—Maddy wasn't at all sure she'd be
holding up nearly as well.
"Don't worry about our feisty little ginger," Sadista
purred. "This is only a brief demonstration." She
glanced at the the tablet. "Three... two... one."
Anne shivered one last time, then sighed and let her head
drop. The humming sounds had stopped, as had the nipple
sucking, the vibrating pad, and the thrusting shaft.
Sadista reclined against the pillows piled against the
headboard. "And now," she said, smiling at Maddy, "here's
what you're going to do for me." She lifted her right
foot. "You're going to use that cute little pink tongue of
yours to give me a thorough toe-bath. And yes, you
can do that with a ring-gag in your mouth. Believe
me," she purred, "you won't be the first."
Maddy stared at Sadista's wiggling toes in horror. She
remembered her two previous "visits" to the bedroom, when she'd
been punished or threatened with a shock collar to coerce
cooperation out of Charlotte and Amondi. The prospect of
licking Sadista's feet was disgusting, but she couldn't let
Sadista torture Anne, and obviously, that was the implied
threat. Maddy heaved a ring-gagged sigh. then started
squirming on the bed, positioning herself to follow their
captor's despicable order.