We were led through a very tall set of double doors into a large banquet hall. The doors were wooden and appeared to be at least ten feet tall. At the end of the hall was a large stage that ran the width of the room and had steps on each side of it. The stage was about four or five feet high and was quite deep. Rows and rows of chairs lined the floor in front of the stage.
Near the entrance that we came through, there was a long black bar that was roughly four or five feet high and about twenty or thirty feet in length. Every so often, there were posts that rose from the floor to meet the bar. It reminded me of those old western movies where a cowboy would tie up his horse before going into the saloon.
The vertical posts had short pegs that jutted from the sides. The pegs looked very narrow and were about a foot off the floor. We were left to stand just inside the door. There were four of us and we were all naked. We had been told nothing when we were brought here. No one spoke a word to us, even when we were forcibly stripped in the hall outside this room.
A tall woman walked into the room, took the woman to my left by the arm, and pulled her to a position behind the bar. The tall woman was completely encased in a black vinyl body suit. The only part of her that was visible was her face, and she had a stern look about her. She forced the naked woman up onto the pegs and secured her ankles to the corresponding uprights. I was next in line and it was soon apparent to me how uncomfortable those pegs were to stand on. Something told me that comfort was not a consideration in the construction of the bar or the pegs.
Once we were all in line, I watched the vinyl lady push the first woman forward over the bar. A black leather collar was tightened around her neck, and a chain or leash was attached to it. The end of the leash/chain was secured to an eye-bolt in the floor, forcing the woman to remain in a bent over position. A ball gag was shoved into her mouth and buckled behind her head. I remember the look in her eyes when she looked at me.
The rest of us all followed suit and were now held tightly over the bar. I remember thinking how we must look, with our feet spread wide apart and our breasts hanging down. Probably like cows lined up for milking at a dairy farm. However, there was nothing even remotely funny about the situation we were in, and my thoughts were directed back to the vinyl woman.
One by one, our hands were cuffed behind our backs, followed by a band being fastened around our elbows. I remember the pain in my shoulders, when it was pulled tight. Terror filled the face of the woman next to me as the vinyl woman held a pair of alligator clamps in front of her face. A slight smile crossed her lips as she attached each clamp to the woman's nipples. Mine were next and I would've screamed had it not been for the ball gag.
I watched the vinyl woman attach a length of chain to each nipple clamp. The chain looked to be ten or twelve inches long and didn't touch the floor. The chains pulled our nipples downward slightly, but apparently, that wasn't good enough. Weights were hung on each chain and it made me feel like my nipples were being torn from my hanging breasts. I looked at my breasts. The weights had forced them into a cone shape and my nipples were turning color. The final thing that was done to each of us was a leather hood being forced onto our heads. The hood blocked out all light and most sounds.
Time loses all relevance when you have nothing to measure it by. No light to see by, just total darkness. No sounds for reference. Just total oblivion to everything surrounding you. I have no idea how long we were forced to be in that position. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours.
Then the hands came. Lots and lots of hands. Touching, poking and probing me everywhere. My breasts were mauled, squeezed, lifted and pulled at. The worst part was the endless fingers being shoved in me. In my pussy and ass, some gently but most violently and more importantly... dry. It was shear terror, and it went on forever. Then it all stopped, and once again, I was enveloped by the nothingness of the time before the hands.
I felt my hood being removed, and squinted at the light. When my eyes adjusted, I noticed the woman beside me was gone. My nipples burned like fire when the clamps were removed, and this time I screamed into the gag. The leash was unhooked from the floor and I was pulled into an upright position. The pegs were digging into the arches of my feet and it hurt more now that my full weight was on them. Fortunately, I didn't have to stand like that for long as the vinyl woman pulled me away from the bar.
