I had quickly fallen asleep in the bedroom. My dreams were full of moaning and writhing. I woke up abruptly at the sound of the door opening. It was Sarah, carrying a glass that looked like it contained a smoothie. I tried to close my eyes to pretend I was asleep, but she had already seen me. She placed the drink on the side table and sat down on the bed with me.
"Good morning Ada." She said, stroking my hair. I squeezed my eyes tight. "Oh come on, we both know you're awake. I've got breakfast for you."
I rolled over, away from her. I didn't want any of their drugged breakfast.
She reached under the covers to find my arms; they still had cuffs on from the day before. Sarah pulled one out and pulled it up to the headboard, clipping it in place before I could realize what was going on. She pulled the other one up while I was fighting. Sarah was as strong as ever and I soon had two hands suspended above my head. She moved the pillows around so I was comfortable.
"Drink up!" Sarah said, putting a straw in the glass she had brought. "It has everything you'll need to get you through the day."
I shut my mouth and attempted to stop her from getting the glass near my mouth. I turned my head this way and that. She sighed and left the room, taking the smoothie with her. I got my legs under me and tried to unclip my bindings. I managed to get a good look at the headboard: there were hooks and loops all along the top to use to tie off. I was trying to use my mouth to undo the cuffs when Peter and Sarah entered the room again.
"Sarah tells me you don't want breakfast, is that true?" Peter said. He was dressed up, as if he had to go out: a tight white shirt and black pants. I tried even harder to get the cuffs off, I was almost done with one when Peter grabbed my ankles and pulled, stretching out my body. The cuff I was working on still held, though I pulled on it, hoping it would come undone.
"Yet again, we've come to the choice: do you want it hard or do you want it easy?" Sarah said. I ignored her and continued to pull on my bindings. "This is your last chance."
After pausing for my answer for no more than a few seconds, Peter let go of my legs. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black, square, non-nondescript device. He placed it on my leg and repeated Sarah's question: "Easy or hard?"
I tried to spit in his face. While I hadn't had enough to drink for me to actually do it, Peter got the idea. He pressed a button and I heard a crack from the device. A shock flew through my body, causing my muscles to contract painfully. I tried to let out a scream, but my body was not cooperating: the air had been knocked clean out of my lungs.
"Easy or hard?" Peter said again. Sarah held up the smoothie to my mouth. I was just barely getting my breathing back on track. I looked at the glass she was holding and then back to Peter. I hesitated just a second too long.
I felt the electricity again. My muscles had relaxed but were now hard as rocks. Peter held the taser in place longer than the first time, making my body spasm and jerk. My back was arched and I could feel the slightest bit of sexual excitement as the muscles in my nether regions tightened.
He let go and I gasped air back into my lungs. I could barely hold my head up when Sarah offered me the glass again. I took half a second to consider: they would keep shocking me until I drank the smoothie, but if I did I would be subjected to another day of their sexual deviancy. My pussy started to get wet as soon as I started thinking what I could get subjected to. I made my decision.
I tried to lift my head toward Sarah, making gulping motions toward her. Peter lifted my head and held it as I drank my breakfast. It tasted almost of nothing, a slight hint of fruit, but it wasn't pleasurable. As this was happening, Peter was running the taser all over my naked body, the cold plastic giving me goosebumps. He ran it over my nipples, bringing them up to attention.
After I finished the drink, Sarah and Peter left. I tried to lift myself up again, but between the drugs in the smoothie (I assumed) and the tasing, I couldn't summon the strength. Between my legs, I could feel my pussy start to warm and leak. I thought about flipping myself over and grinding into the bed.
The couple entered again. Peter was wearing a coat jacket over his shirt.
"Unfortunately, I need to take care of some business. Sarah will take care of you while I'm away. No funny business or you won't get the choice of easy or hard." Peter took out the taser and gave it a few tests, I flinched each time it crackled with electricity. He reached up and took my arms down, the he hooked his arms under mine. Sarah grabbed my legs and they took me back into the playroom. Peter passionately kissed Sarah goodbye and closed the door on his way out.
Sarah looked at me and squealed with delight.
"Oh it's been so long since I've gotten one of our play things all to myself!" She clapped at herself in glee. She was wearing a long, black, silk robe, which she ripped off. Sarah was dressed in a red corset and nothing else. The corset lifted her breasts nearly to her chin, but didn't cover them, merely supporting them. She wasn't wearing underwear or stockings. She climbed onto the bed and began clipping me in again. I was spread eagle on the bed, open to whatever she wanted.
"Now, I haven't gotten my breakfast yet, so I'm going to set you up for some solo time." She giggled and started digging through the drawers on the wall. The first thing she pulled out was a blindfold. As it went over my eyes, I realized it was much better quality than a flimsy sleep mask. It had padded sections for the eyes and could be tied tight. Though the sun was streaming in through the windows, I couldn't see a speck of light.
She rummaged around some more before I felt her lean on the bed again. She leaned down and took my left nipple into her mouth. She sucked and nibbled on it for a few seconds before she did the same to the other. I moaned as she did so, loving the feeling.
She quickly got off the bed and I heard the hum of a small motor starting.
"What's that? What's going on?" I cried out, into my darkness.
She laughed and I could feel my nipple get sucked into her mouth again. But I soon realized that it wasn't her mouth, it was something else. It felt cold and hard as it sucked my nipples without ceasing. My nipples were drawn up into the tubes, bringing blood to their tips. It felt good though, so good. Then I felt Sarah between my legs.
She dipped her finger into my pussy and gathered some of my juices onto her finger. I assumed she spread it around the tube before lowering it onto my clit. I cried out in shock as the machine slowly sucked my clit deeper and deeper into the tube. It didn't feel like the evening before, when Sarah had her mouth on me, it was much more clinical. But what it lacked in warmth, it made up for in strength. It sucked much harder than Sarah, sending me quickly over the edge.
"Great!" Sarah said warmly. "Now that I know it works, I'm going to get something to eat. I'll be back in... I don't know, a bit?"
"What? No, not this again! Please, miss, please don't leave me here!" I tried to plead at Sarah. But whether she had left, I couldn't tell. The room was filled with the sound of a motor running. "Please! Please! I'm begging you!"
The machine went back and forth. Increasing and decreasing the pressure so as not to hurt me. I gasped as it started to "suck" my clit again. My nipples, in time, were also pleasured. I thrashed around, trying to vibrate the tubes off my body. But they had a good grip and were fixed tightly to me. The mouth on my clit (as I began to think of it) made one big, hard pull. I screamed. I was worried the machine was going to suck my bud right off.
"Please, Sarah, take it off! It's going to hurt me!"
The machine was smarter than that though. The pressure between my legs eased before anything bad would happen. I could feel myself building towards an orgasm. I was nearly there when the machine stopped.
It was silent in the room. I could hear myself, breathing hard, but nothing else. I tried to hold my breath to hear what was happening. Nothing. Then:
"Yet again, you've been given a choice." Sarah was saying. "We've been lenient, too lenient probably, about letting you choose. So I'm going to give you a taste of 'hard'."
The blindfold was ripped from my eyes. I blinked in the light, half blinded by the sun in the windows. I looked down and gasped. My nipples were encased in thin tubes, stretched inside to an incredible length. I saw the tip of the tube that held my clit. Each tube was connected to a machine that sat at the end of the bed.
"I wanted some time with you to myself, but I see that discipline is more important. This machine won't hurt you. It's been tested hundreds of times and nothing has ever happened to the subjects. But, because you don't trust us, even though we've give you so much..." Sarah reached down and flicked the tube between my legs, I gasped, arching my back. "... pleasure, I'm going to remind you what your life was like before us."
Confused I started begging again. Sarah had another gag ready to go, but this time it was different. It was shaped like a small cock, correct in width, but not in length. She forced it into my mouth until the mouthpiece was seated correctly between my teeth. It didn't go far, but my tongue had nothing to do besides run up and down the rubber member. Sarah smiled and put the blindfold on again. Then, quite suddenly, I felt something come down over my ears. As the headphones started to pipe in static, I realized that I couldn't tell anything that was happening outside my own body. I tried to make a sound around the gag, but it wasn't working. I shook my head, but the headphones were seated well on my ears.
I felt the bed move as Sarah started kneeling on it. She ran her hands up and down my stomach, not touching the places I so badly wanted her to. She lifted my hips and slipped some pillows beneath me. I felt her start to massage my butt again and slide something to my rear opening. Unlike before, it didn't require the stretching exercises, it just slid in until it hit the base. Nearly the same thing was done to my pussy as Sarah pushed a smallish object into me.
Then, all was still for a few minutes until Sarah returned. She draped something over me, it felt like a wide seatbelt. Running it under and over me, she spent some time fiddling with it. She played infuriatingly with my nipples and clit, moving the tubes this way and that. When she was apparently satisfied, she started to tighten the belts. The material started to press everything into me, holding everything in place so nothing would slip around.
The belts looped over my shoulders, behind my back, between my legs, then over my breasts, forming a V shape. As Sarah tightened everything, I felt my breasts being pressed into my body. Once Sarah was content with everything, she removed the pillows beneath my hips and got off the bed.
"Can you hear me?" Sarah said, her voice piped through the headphones. I jumped. "Based on that reaction, I'm going to say yes.
