Denise was panting from her desperate attempts to extricate herself from her bondage when Linda pulled off her blindfold and headphones. After blinking a few times, she saw Kim standing in front of her, and the night of sensory deprivation and pain faded, changing her eyes from confused and tired to angry. Her expression brought a wide, bright smile to her captor. The 8 clamps adorning her lips as they wrapped around the spiked ball gag shook due to the excessive pain she was in, and the bottom 4 were slick with drool, but for all that the rage and defiance on her face was obvious.

"I see a night of extreme bondage, loneliness, and significant pain - coupled with the threat of much more permanent consequences - has not changed someone's attitude. That's too bad. I prefer active, compliant submissives.

"After giving things some thought last night, I realized that you and Catrina are kind of a couple in your new, submissive reality, so I should handle you as such. Now, clearly, Catrina is a lot more comfortable in bondage than you are," she said, and at that moment Jenna brought Catrina forward - slowly, as she still wore her spreader bar between her knees, making her steps awkward - on a leash. When she was about eight feet away, she removed the leash and used it to secure Catrina from the ceiling.

To Denise, Catrina appeared flushed, exhausted... and aroused. The way her body undulated and her hips wiggled this way and that, combined with her lowered eyelids and the way the parts of her nipples she could see were hard with excitement made that very clear. How is she so turned on? Denise was so angry from the agony and injustice of the clamps, the plug, the enema, and the evil spiked gag that she doubted she would ever feel sexual desire again.

"I know," Kim said, responding to Denise's unspoken amazement. "She loves being treated this way. Every time I add pain or humiliation, she gets wetter. Jenna, can you show us." The blonde assistant slid her fingers between Catrina's forcibly-spread legs and then came over, her hand slick and dripping with the other bound woman's cunt juice.

Denise gaped. Even recognizing how turned on her partner was, this shocked her - so much so that she hardly reacted when Jenna wiped her hand over her face and returned to where Catrina stood, several feet away.

"In any event," Kim continued, "I first went to Catrina to talk with her about the situation. Well, talk at her - I didn't remove her gag. I told her that, although you both would remain in bondage, I would remove the implements tormenting and arousing her - well, most of them - and do the same for you. Of course, it wouldn't be reasonable or fair if I moderated treatment for one of you, so what goes for one goes for the other."

Denise stared, barely hearing Kim's long-winded explanation, and not really caring. She was unable to control her rage at being treated this way, and it wasn't an act - even a night in such bondage and isolation couldn't tamper it. Now, with visual and audial stimulation distracting her, she could think about the gag filing her mouth, the spikes driving into her tongue and the inside of her cheeks and roof of her mouth, the clamps biting into her lips, nipples, and cunt, the enema, but with only darkness and a buzzing white noise overnight. She'd come close to losing her mind last night, but that memory faded in light of her current interaction.

Please, please. I'll agree to whatever you want. Just don't do that to me again. Just take off the punishments and let me see and hear. Please.

"And that's where we run into a little issue. As Jenna showed you, Catrina is over-the-top excited, and the more we torment and humiliate her, the worse it gets for her. Like you, she hasn't cum, but unlike you, she is desperate for an orgasm. And the only way she might ever cum while tied up is if I leave all of her punishments in place." She leaned a little closer to Denise, but turned back to Catrina. "Isn't that right, Catrina?"