The door opened and he came in. He didn't look at us immediately, but glanced at his watch and at the cameras above us. As he did so, the three remaining red lights went green. He looked back at us.
'Right,' he said quietly. 'I've offered this stream to some friends to watch, because it's going to be worth their while. Gina, what just happened?'
Gina's sassiness seemed to have deserted her. 'Sophie asked me to keep going and I wanted to be nice...'
He spoke over her. 'Oh so it was Sophie's fault that after the scene was over, you put your fingers in her cunt and made her come. That you pulled her hair to turn her on. Yup, all Sophie's fault. You know better than that Gina.'
He came closer and stood next to Gina. While he was speaking he hitched up her short dress around her waist and began running his finger around the edge of her knickers. He flicked at the clinging edge but did not take them off. She looked stonyfaced at the floor. I couldn't see any response from her. Watching him touch her and feeling the tense atmosphere, I was amazed to feel my own clit suddenly wake up again. Arousal began to twitch in my pussy.
'And you, Sophie,' he said, not looking at me, concentrating on Gina, running his finger now centrally between her legs. 'I know you're a quick learner when the conditions are right. You can see that I don't run this place for your benefit. I don't pay the bills on this place so you girls can roll around and sit on each other's faces. While you live here, your orgasms are mine, if I choose to let you have them. Your frustration is mine, if I don't. You might remember signing up to this. All your expenses and a lot more besides. But in return I expect you to stick to my rules.'
'I'm s-sorry' I said, feeling afraid. And turned on.
He looked at me. And there was a slight release in tension. He almost laughed. 'Gina, she's horny, two minutes after you fucked her to orgasm. What am I going to do with her? And-' turning back to her 'what, oh what, am l going to do with you?'
They looked at each other. After a moment he dug a finger sharply into her pussy, and her face creased with pain. 'Yes,' he said. Some sort of decision had been made.
He moved to the wall next to the bed, with one hand still on Gina's waist, and pressed on a black metal square on the wall. Swiftly he pulled out a straight bar. He rapidly put Gina in front of it, then pushed her over it so that she was bent all the way over, her head by her ankles. She automatically reached down to steady herself. Her curls hung down and almost touched the floor. She tried to spread her legs a little to balance, but to do that she had to stretch up on tiptoes. Her body was arched over tensely, her beautiful arse presented to him. He rapidly put a strap over her back and attached it to a metal loop in the wall. In a more relaxed way, he opened a drawer by the bed and took out more straps, blocks and a small metal bar. The bar he put between her ankles, holding her feet about a foot apart. He unwrapped wide soft straps and put them around her knees, pushing a plastic block between them so that her entire lower body was rigidly held in place.
The upper body was simpler now. He moved her straining hands to his satisfaction so that she was reaching out to an uncomfortable distance, then attached them to the floor. She was imprisoned now by the bar under her hips and by a very few straps. She looked intensely uncomfortable.
He folded her dress up so that the cameras could see the thong strap disappearing between her rounded, prominent arse. He began stroking her, and then picked up the thong strap and began pulling on it. Soon he put it to one side and began touching her round, puckered hole. I heard her gasp and say 'no". Her breathing was more laboured now.
So was mine. She looked incredible. I wanted to take advantage of her passivity, her availability. But part of me wanted to be in that position myself. I looked up at the cameras. Who was watching? Were they wanking, right now? I imagined four cocks, four hands, rapidly moving. My brain suddenly added an image of me, lying naked, surrounded by a fence of furiously jerking cocks, all about to spray over my tits...
'Sophie,' he said. 'Come here.'
I went over to him. He began fondling my right breast in its unnatural position, pushed up and forward in the deceptively pretty pink bra. He rolled my whole breast up and back, again and again. It hurt. My lips were open anyway, panting with arousal from seeing Gina prepared and presented like that. He reached behind me and unclipped the bra, my breasts tumbling out.
'Put your hands above your head', he said. I didn't like the sound of that. At his shoulder height was another black square, which he pushed to bring out another metal bar. This one had straps already attached. He pulled then into position around my wrists, wrapped them tight. The bar was so high up that i was stretched up on my toes to reach it. Now my tits were once more high and straining towards him. I heard him sigh, and he settled back against the wall again to look at them.
He began handling my nipples. Within a few moments he had gone far, far beyond my previous experience of a partner giving them a few tentative pinches. He squeezed first, hard and fast, no restraint. I cried out, and he smiled. Then he pulled. I didn't know my nipples could go into that shape. They stretched out in front of me, further and further. It was heat and pain, together. I couldn't help myself. The sounds that came out of me I'd never said before. I howled. I said something like 'please' but it was more like 'bleash'. I sounded ill, even to myself.
He seemed quite calm. He squeezed again and this time was worse. Every nerve ending in my nipples was outraged now. I waited with panic for the pulling to start, but it didn't. Instead, he bent down and began licking my left nipple, roughly and rapidly with his whole tongue. It felt raw. 'Stop,' was all I could say. And he did, but then he bit down on my nipple and I screamed.
He stood up and flicked my right nipple a couple of times. 'Now, Gina - ' he said.
I was startled. He put his right hand on her arse, and without ceremony pushed his thumb into her hole. She jerked but stayed silent. He began thrusting his thumb in and out. Her breathing was loud and wet now, stuck upside down as she was. I didn't hear any change in it suggesting arousal. But this time, I could tell that he was turned on. Maybe Gina did to him what she did to me. Even though my nipples were agonisingly sore and I was hanging helplessly from a bar, I suddenly felt comradeship with him. To know Gina was to want to fuck her.
'Do you want me to take your wrists down?' he asked.
'Yes' I said, wondering why he was asking. Of course I did. Having my arms above my head was unbelievably uncomfortable.
'You'll have to do better than that,' he said.
'Um... please could you take my arms down?' I asked.
'Sophie... you can think more effectively than that. Try again.'