1st Extract:

During the night I had managed to rid myself of my high-heeled shoes, since they were
starting to pinch my feet. Invisible hands now put them back on and tape was wrapped
around them to stop any repetition of such obvious rebellion.  I was naked except for my
stockings, garter belt and shoes, my wrists and ankles chained, and my head swathed in
tape.  Shannen was not a happy teddy, and I suspected things were going to get worse very
shortly.
	I was right.  I was walked across the small cell to some sort of frame and made to bend
over it.  It felt like a kind of sawhorse made of pipe, on a small platform, with a padded
bar over which I was bent.  My wrists were unhitched and a pair of hands grabbed each.  I
realised now that there were two jailers in the room.  The wrist cuffs were secured down
near my ankles, but on the opposite side of the frame, my arms spread at 45 degrees and
stretched tight.  Then my ankles received the same treatment.  The world seemed to go
quieter, bent double like this, save for the increased pounding of the blood in my ears. 
At that point the whole platform, which must have been some sort of wheeled trolley, began
to move as I was transported to where my fate lay. It did not take long.  There were dimly
perceived sounds of heavy doors opening and closing before I came to a halt.  Then I heard
Mary’s voice hissing menacingly beside my head.
	“Shannen, it’s time for your payback.  For all the hurt you’ve inflicted on others, and
for what you are about to receive, may the Lord make you truly thankful.”  Things went
quiet for a bit.  I felt myself trembling, and tugging on the cuffs I quickly discovered
was futile.  Then the voice was back.  “You’re also a slut, Shannen.  Has anybody ever
told you that?  You show yourself off like a hooker.  You have very nice legs – very
shapely.  Nice arse and tits, too.  But you need to bring a little more decorum into your
life – don’t you think?  Maybe you need more encouragement to cover up.”
	I was totally unprepared for the searing pain across my left butt cheek when it came.  I
jerked involuntarily on my bonds, a scream stifled by the tape.  Another slash to my right
cheek! I jumped, or tried to.  My restraints held me tightly bent over the frame.  It felt
like a riding crop that was being used – a burning pain that saw me frantically ‘mmming’
and making keening sounds behind the tape.  The strokes continued at random intervals, my
butt receiving the full treatment.  I was by now wailing and jerking like mad in my bonds,
having lost all semblance of dignity or self-control.  I did not count the strokes – the
pain made even that concentration impossible for me.  I thought I would die.  I thought
things could never get worse.  I didn’t realise the process was to be carefully extended
over several hours in varying forms.

2nd Extract:

She had no time to react as I clicked the set of handcuffs around her exposed wrists. 
They fitted perfectly, snapping closed over her leather-encased wrists with a smooth
rachetting series of clicks

“What the hell’s this all about?”  Monica demanded, turning on me furiously.
I said nothing but pushed her against the wall, fishing in my pocket for the chain with
the silver crocodile clips on them.  Ignoring her protests I pushed my fingers into the
vertical slits in the rubber suit where I knew her nipples to be and teased them out
through the openings.  They were hard and resistant.
“Steven! Don’t you dare put those things on me!  Don’t you –ow! Shit that hurts! Take it
off this instant!  Leave that other one –ow-owow! Arghh! Shit Steven!  You bastard!  Take
the fucking things off now!”
Still I said nothing, ignoring her hot breath in my face.  From my other pocket I pulled
the foam rubber ball that Mary had been gagged with in the course of her initial
stretching on the rack.  It was relatively soft, but also very resilient and larger than
the harder ball gags we used.  A yank on the nipple chain caused Monica to open her mouth
sufficiently for me to make a start on locating the ball there, and with a couple more
yanks I succeeded in working the ball wholly inside her mouth.  I knew it was actually big
enough to stay there of it’s own accord once inside.  The victim could close his or her
mouth fully, only to have it spring open the moment the pressure was eased, and the ball
expanded sufficiently to make it impossible to force out with the tongue alone.  All in
all it was pretty effective.  Suffice to say, Monica shut up immediately, although if
looks could kill I would have died an agonising death there and then.
I pulled her across to the only support post in the room, located as it was a couple of
metres to the rear of the rack, behind where Emma stood.  Here I forced Monica to her
knees and looped a chain around her neck, locking it to a protruding eyebolt.
“Ladies – and Monica – I suppose I should tell you what is in store for you today – and
tomorrow – and the next day.  I will.  Soon.  The first thing that will happen is that
Monica will make a series of apologies to you for various instances of humiliation she has
inflicted on you in recent times.  She will have a short while to think about this while I
have a break.  This might help focus her mind a little.”  I moved across to Monica’s
kneeling figure and hung a walnut-sized lead weight on the short chain joining the two
nipple clamps.  Monica winced and moaned into the rubber ball.  “And since I don’t want
you reaching round and removing that, Mon, your hands need a little further restraint…” 
With these words I slipped a rope around the link on the handcuffs and dragged it between
her legs, stretching it taut across to the rack.
“Please excuse me for a moment, Emma,” I said deferentially, slipping my hand under her
skirt and tying Monica’s rope to the crotch rope emerging from between Emma’s buttocks. 
“Now you can all play together,” I told her, patting her gently on the shoulder as one
might do with a small child.
 “As for the rest of the day, ladies, I’m debating whether to go to the movies leaving
you to your own devices – if you pardon the pun – or whether to invite Warren and Roger
over to play with you.”  I watched the looks of amazement and dismay appear on some of the
faces, not the least being that on Monica’s.  “Or both, perhaps.  I think the toss of a
coin should solve this quandary.”   I pulled a fifty cent piece from my pocket and tossed
it, letting it land on the concrete floor with a ring that echoed off the block walls.  I
studied the fall.  “Hmmm.  Okay.  See you all later.”  I turned and left the room,
heedless of all the sudden mmphing and jiggling from the figures on the rack and the brief
rattle of handcuffs from the woman chained by the neck.