He snapped his fingers and with a jingle of chains Dawn shuffled into view.

She was now as naked as they were and they could see every detail of her lightly tanned body.  Although her breasts were as full as Pippa’s they were slightly more pendulous and had darker, more sharply defined nipples.  Her navel was rounder with a distinct button centre.  A tightly trimmed delta of thin honey curls covered her pubic mound.  Dawn was also restrained, but by different means.

A heavy brown leather collar was locked about her slender neck which matched the belt locked about her tiny waist.   From it depended four slave chains that curved across and down to broad leather cuffs she wore about her wrists and ankles.  An additional hobble chain crossed directly between her ankles, limiting the length of her stride.  It was held clear of the floor by a slimmer chain with a coil sprung middle section. The upper end of the chain plunged between Dawn’s smooth rounded buttocks, where a metal ring could just be seen protruding, to which it was clipped.  As she walked the spring stretched and relaxed, tugging on whatever plug was buried in her rectum as it lifted her hobble chain with a chink and jingle.

But it was her mouth that the eyes of mother and daughter were drawn to.  Her lips were pinched together by a heavy zip fastener that ran across her mouth from side to side.  A ring through the zip’s pull tab was linked by a small chain to her pierced left earlobe, where it was held in place by a small padlock.  Of course the zip band must have been stuck over her lips, somehow, but they could not see how.  It was almost as though the metal segments had been embedded in her flesh.