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forty-five degree angle to the platform surface, pointing backward at her body.
He grasped another plank—this one sported two larger holes—from a shelf under the main surface of the unit then knelt to guide her feet into the openings. He lifted the board until it hovered just above her knees. The leather-hooded man pressed the restraint toward her torso, bending the woman in half until the board rested on the two supports at her hips. He hammered the wood into place.
The woman reclined, her arms and neck pinned to the platform, her body folded as though stuck in an obscene crunch. Her legs spread wide, kept in place by the stockade engulfing her thighs. The position left her stretched, opened, her pussy and ass on display.
She released a keening cry when the man attempted to plunge two long fingers into her pussy. He shook his head then called over his shoulder, “Spreader plugs.”
Before he’d finished his request, someone wheeled a cart to his side. He rummaged through various supplies before finding what he sought. He lifted a moderate plug from a box and dunked the plastic object in a pail filled with thin lubrication before aligning it with the opening of the woman’s pussy. He slipped the insert between her puffy lips then held it in place with one hand while he repeated the act on her tight ass with a bit more difficulty.
When the objects were embedded, he attached a thin, clear hose to the base of each. The other end of the hose he attached to a nozzle on the shelf of the platform, which presented his slave. Once satisfied with the connection, he flipped a switch. The woman writhed to the extent her confinement allowed.
“What is he doing to her?” Jeremy wondered.
“They’re inflatable with tiny holes. One of our latest inventions.” Tony hummed. “He’s filling them with warmed lubricating jelly. They’ll stretch her and leave her moist…hot…for our guests. When they bury their cocks in her, she’ll be eager and welcoming.”
“Or at least it will seem that way.” Jeremy hid his disgust. This woman hadn’t chosen her fate. He’d bet his life on it.
Tony grinned.
The attendant patted the prisoner’s flank then released the brake on wheels at the bottom of the platform, which Jeremy hadn’t noticed. The rig became mobile. “Station seventeen, ready for placement.”
Another chain-and-leather-liveried servant approached. He wrapped his hands around a bar above the woman’s head, hidden by the fall of her hair. He steered the platform from the room, ignoring the squeals of the bound woman as cool air wafted across her tender, exposed skin.
Jeremy scanned the rest of the room. Each of the night’s entertainers occupied an original apparatus, making them each into a unique work of erotic art.
“Impressive, yes?” Tony’s thick question betrayed his arousal.
“The staff seems very…dedicated.” Jeremy stopped himself from hurling insults. While the activity below would have turned him on if he could be sure all participants had selected their roles, their false submission destroyed any measure of arousal he might have felt. His cock shriveled as drastically as if he’d joined the polar bear club.
“Thank you.” The dumbass didn’t realize it wasn’t a compliment. “They were hand selected. It’s amazing what some of our guests are capable of turning into when offered a chance to improve their station.”
“You mean some of them were slaves once?” Jeremy couldn’t believe the horrors they must have suffered. Choosing to torment a fellow human in order to escape a life of degradation and pain sounded like a coward’s bargain, but he couldn’t blame them. He guessed many had sacrificed their ethics to evade a fate they couldn’t stomach and remain sane.
“Yes. Reformed now.” He smiled. “The handlers accept various forms of payment.”
“Like what?” He didn’t truly want to know. He could guess enough.
“Some prefer topping but can’t afford their
He grasped another plank—this one sported two larger holes—from a shelf under the main surface of the unit then knelt to guide her feet into the openings. He lifted the board until it hovered just above her knees. The leather-hooded man pressed the restraint toward her torso, bending the woman in half until the board rested on the two supports at her hips. He hammered the wood into place.
The woman reclined, her arms and neck pinned to the platform, her body folded as though stuck in an obscene crunch. Her legs spread wide, kept in place by the stockade engulfing her thighs. The position left her stretched, opened, her pussy and ass on display.
She released a keening cry when the man attempted to plunge two long fingers into her pussy. He shook his head then called over his shoulder, “Spreader plugs.”
Before he’d finished his request, someone wheeled a cart to his side. He rummaged through various supplies before finding what he sought. He lifted a moderate plug from a box and dunked the plastic object in a pail filled with thin lubrication before aligning it with the opening of the woman’s pussy. He slipped the insert between her puffy lips then held it in place with one hand while he repeated the act on her tight ass with a bit more difficulty.
When the objects were embedded, he attached a thin, clear hose to the base of each. The other end of the hose he attached to a nozzle on the shelf of the platform, which presented his slave. Once satisfied with the connection, he flipped a switch. The woman writhed to the extent her confinement allowed.
“What is he doing to her?” Jeremy wondered.
“They’re inflatable with tiny holes. One of our latest inventions.” Tony hummed. “He’s filling them with warmed lubricating jelly. They’ll stretch her and leave her moist…hot…for our guests. When they bury their cocks in her, she’ll be eager and welcoming.”
“Or at least it will seem that way.” Jeremy hid his disgust. This woman hadn’t chosen her fate. He’d bet his life on it.
Tony grinned.
The attendant patted the prisoner’s flank then released the brake on wheels at the bottom of the platform, which Jeremy hadn’t noticed. The rig became mobile. “Station seventeen, ready for placement.”
Another chain-and-leather-liveried servant approached. He wrapped his hands around a bar above the woman’s head, hidden by the fall of her hair. He steered the platform from the room, ignoring the squeals of the bound woman as cool air wafted across her tender, exposed skin.
Jeremy scanned the rest of the room. Each of the night’s entertainers occupied an original apparatus, making them each into a unique work of erotic art.
“Impressive, yes?” Tony’s thick question betrayed his arousal.
“The staff seems very…dedicated.” Jeremy stopped himself from hurling insults. While the activity below would have turned him on if he could be sure all participants had selected their roles, their false submission destroyed any measure of arousal he might have felt. His cock shriveled as drastically as if he’d joined the polar bear club.
“Thank you.” The dumbass didn’t realize it wasn’t a compliment. “They were hand selected. It’s amazing what some of our guests are capable of turning into when offered a chance to improve their station.”
“You mean some of them were slaves once?” Jeremy couldn’t believe the horrors they must have suffered. Choosing to torment a fellow human in order to escape a life of degradation and pain sounded like a coward’s bargain, but he couldn’t blame them. He guessed many had sacrificed their ethics to evade a fate they couldn’t stomach and remain sane.
“Yes. Reformed now.” He smiled. “The handlers accept various forms of payment.”
“Like what?” He didn’t truly want to know. He could guess enough.
“Some prefer topping but can’t afford their
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