I woke up, but kept my eyes closed. I could feel the soreness between my legs and my joints were stiff from where they had been kept bent. I tried to stretch my legs, but any movement of my lower extremities served to irritate my private parts.
I opened my eyes and found myself back in the bedroom I had woken up in earlier that morning. I struggled to throw off the covers as I found myself just as weak as that morning too. The covers grazed against my tender nipples and I gasped.
Instead of feeling violated, I felt satisfied. I longed for more of the couple, but again, I knew had to get out of the apartment. I was naked, so I grabbed the sheet off the bed and made my way to the door. It was unlocked.
I peaked out the crack of the door and saw no one in the hallway so I stuck my head out further. There wasn't anyone around. Staying close to the wall, I tiptoed to the living room and to the front door. I couldn't hear or see anyone around the apartment. I moved to the front door and tried to turn the knob. It didn't move.
Above the door was a number pad. I tried a few combinations: 1-2-3-4, 1-1-1-1, 2-5-8-0. They didn't work. I looked around to see if it was written down somewhere, but the front room was stark and clean. I paced, looking in-between and under every bit of furniture, thinking there might be a remote or button to open the door. After a few fruitless minutes, I head a door deep in the apartment open and the murmur of conversation. I dove behind the couch.
"Hmm, where oh where could Ada have gone?" I head Sarah say. I tried to quiet my breathing, but I thought they could probably hear my heart it was beating so loud. I heard the clack of heels on the floor, moving to the door and then around the front room. "I wonder if she's escaped?"
"I don't think so," said Peter, materializing next to me.
I screamed and tried again to bolt towards the door. Peter grabbed the sheet that was wrapped around me and tripped me up. I sprawled on the floor but tried to keep moving in the direction of the exit. I managed to get one hand on the handle, but it still wasn't moving. I pulled with all my might, but the door was going nowhere. Peter caught up to me and threw the sheet, pulling the edges tight around me. My hands were pinned to my sides and he threw me over his shoulder.
"I'm glad we got the fancy door lock Sarah, it would have been so disappointing if our star for the day were to miss the next scene!" Peter said, loud enough that I could hear over my struggles. Peter didn't bat an eyelash at my squirming, he just carried me back towards the bedrooms. "You're going to love what we have in store next! I hope you got enough sleep."
Peter carried me into a new bed room. This one was completely undecorated with drawers lining one wall and a bed that looked larger than a king. He carried me into the bathroom which was also very spartan. The entire place was covered in tile and there was a drain the middle of the room. Nothing made much of an impression on me though, because I was too busy looking at what looked like a stock on one side of the room.
The familiar cuffs were attached to a heavy steal pipe with a larger, more padded collar in-between them. Peter and Sarah each took an arm and guided it to a cuff. With very practiced hands, they bound my wrists to the pipe before I could put up much of a fight. Peter took my head in his hands: one wrapped around the front of my throat, the other the back. He stretched my neck painfully into the open collar as Sarah waited. As soon as my neck passed the threshold, she closed the clasp of the collar and quickly tightened all the slack out of it.
I pulled at the restraints as the couple moved around the bathroom. I was at an odd angle, my head and arms were much lower than my hips. They knew what they were doing though and soon I felt the familiar pain on my back, forcing my knees to the floor. But instead of landing on the hard tile, they landed on padding. I couldn't turn around to see, but something was forced under my hips, like a saw horse and my thighs were strapped down to it. The pulled the saw horse back, lengthening my torso until I was straining against the collar, then the adjusted the height of the restraints until my back was completely flat.
My breasts were swinging below me, jiggling as I kept pulling at the cuffs around my wrists. Sarah stood beside me, rubbing my back and massaging my tightening muscles. She worked her way around my sides and began cupping my hanging breasts. She tweaked my nipples and pulled them this way and that as I squirmed. She took some oil and began rubbing it onto my breasts, working it into my skin. She circled my nipples, taking her time to pinch and roll them between her fingers. Without warning, she raked her fingernails over my breasts and nipples. As I cried out in pain, Peter again had a ball gag waiting. Just as before, he shoved it into my mouth and strapped it behind my head. I blushed as I yelled against the gag, angry at myself for falling for the trick.
Now that I could hardly move, the couple began to slow to a more leisurely pace. I heard them gathering things from what must have been a closet and whispering to themselves. I strained to look around the bathroom, but I didn't see much. There was a shower-head mounted to one wall, like a gym shower, with no curtain or wall blocking it. Also attached to the wall was what looked like a small garden hose. Sarah saw me looking at the hose and smiled.
She took the hose off it's holder and turned the spigot it was attached to. At the end of the hose was an adjustable handle and for the moment, the water ran out of the hose unencumbered. Sarah twisted through the settings: a fine mist, watering can, flat spray, before lading on a single, powerful stream. I cringed as I knew what would be coming.
Sarah pointed the spray at my side; the water was ice cold and I gasped as it hit me. She ran the stream up and down my body, drenching me in the cold water and I began to shiver. Aiming lower, she started to shoot for my breasts. The force of the water caused them to swing back and forth, jiggling as the water hit it. She started to aim for my nipples, hitting them with considerable accuracy. I gasped and moaned into the ball gag.
After a few minutes, she lowered the hose and walked behind me. I braced myself for the inevitable. The stream of water worked its way up the back of my leg until it reached its target. I squealed with delight as the hose hit my clit. I was so worked up, I couldn't wait to get off again. Sarah held the hose at my clit for about ten seconds before turn the water off. While I tried to voice my disappointment, the gag wouldn't let me get a word out, but Peter understood what I was trying to say.
"Oh Ada, did you not want her to stop?" Peter said, kneeling in front of me and grabbing my chin. "She can start up again, you just need to ask."
I tried to look away, but he pulled my chin this way and that until I was looking at him again.
"We want to make sure you're real taken care of, no one wants you to leave here without getting everything you want." He tried to stare into my eyes, but I could hardly meet them. If we had ever met in real life, I couldn't have looked into his eyes for more than a second before shyly looking away. Now though, he had me in his hands, literally. I was at his command.
