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Chapter 3
The rope was not removed as I was pulled into another room and roughly moved to stand in place. I was aware of other people in the room, their breathing loud in my ears. I heard something that sounded heavy being moved and then I was pushed down to my knees. The rope that had been held between my legs went loose and I breathed a sigh of relief, only to have it pulled tight again. This time though, I felt fingers on my pussy opening up my lips, and making the rope sit right on my clit. I was pushed forward and moved on my knees through what felt like a small door.
I watched as the guys moved Clare into the box, the top open so they could attach what needed to be attached first. Once Clare had gone through the small side door, it was closed and her tied hands were attached to one wall and her feet were attached to ropes on the sidewalls. Rope was also tied around her knees, with the rope running taut to both the back and front wall. The wall in front held something I knew she would not like, but would really let us know if her training was starting to take effect. I saw Joe pull on the rope between her legs and tie it off to the wall in front of her and then pull out the clips the hung from little hooks in the same wall.
I struggled to remain balanced as I was tied off to what felt like the walls of a small box. I was forced to stay kneeling, with my legs pulled off to each side. The rope was still pulled tightly in my pussy and now I could feel a hand on each nipple pulling them out. When I thought I would have to yell out, they stopped, only to put something like a clip on each nipple. I had never had anything on my nipples and was just about to beg them to take off whatever it was, when I realised that would properly only make things worse. Taking deep breaths, I tried to deal with the pain and was pleased to find it did help a bit. When I heard what sounded like the lid being shut and locking sounds, I had to really fight to stay calm. With two bangs on the top and then the sound of retreating footsteps, I knew I was alone.
The three men returned to view Clare on the screen. Phil had made sure that he had a camera anywhere he might require a girl to go and knew that they would be able to react in seconds if they needed to. “How long do you want her in there Phil?” I considered the question. “Well, that will depend on her she reacts. If she can cope, I would like to keep her there for a few hours. I would like to see her reactions to the boxes little surprises. So guys, settle in and enjoy the show.”
In the box, I was trying my best to remain calm. My nipples did not hurt quite so much now but the rope between my legs did. I had been worried about air, but then had noticed a breeze on my face, so knew there was air coming in somewhere. After a while, I had found I could no longer feel my nipples and had succeeded in blocking out the pain in my pussy for short bursts of time. I was feeling that I could survive this when I heard a whirring noise and the box began to move slightly. Having no way to stop it’s motion, I felt it tilt back slowly, the clips attached to my nipples pulling taut as the box moved back.
When the box stopped, my nipples were on fire. I was on an angle and if not for the rope holding my knees in place, I was sure I would be in a crumbled heap on the back wall. As it was, I had to remain kneeling, and found that if I moved forward a bit, the strain on my nipples could be relieved for a while. However, this was not a position I could hold for very long and each time I had to lean back, my nipples hurt anew. I had to bite my tongue not to yell out for help and just cried with the pain and frustration of it all.
In the control room, the three men watched with rapt attention as Clare struggled to maintain her balance and relieve her nipples. What Clare did not know was that the box was on a hydraulic base and could be moved into many different positions. I watched the tears and sweat mingle on her face, and pressed the remote to move the box again. She tensed as the box was moved back to it’s original position and then just keep moving until she was now leaning forward in the box.
I was relieved that the stress was off my nipples but now it was my wrists that were being pulled tight. My whole body was leaning forward, making me pull my arms taut behind me and making the rope between my legs pull in tighter too. Though not anywhere near as painful as the pull on my nipples had been, I still knew this would not be an easy position to hold. Again I found myself trying to ease the pull on my arms by leaning back but like before found I could only do this for a short time. By now, I was feeling very hot and the sweat was dripping of my body onto the floor. I felt the box move again and braced myself for the next assault on my body. When the box simply returned to its original position, I thought that maybe I would be let out. Waiting to hear the sound of footsteps, I heard the whirring noise start up again, this time the box did not tilt but began to move in a slow spin.
The box was spinning around, not too fast but enough for all the ropes to pull and move. My nipples were jiggled about on the clips and the rope between my legs chaffed against my clit. I longed to yell out and beg them to release me but somehow knew that I had to keep my mouth shut. The spinning kept on going, making me begin to feel dizzy. It stopped as suddenly as it had started, my head spinning still.
My cock had been throbbing all the time I had watched Clare in the box and knew Shane and Joe would be in the same situation. A girl was not used for sex when she was first brought in, as I wanted them to wonder if the men wanted sex or if she had been taken for other reasons. However, once we had made some progress, as we had with Clare, I would allow the men to start to use a girl. Tonight was the first of many planned sexual visits that Clare would receive. I would go first, and then the other guys would follow in time.
Over the next hour the positions were repeated, with differing lengths of time in each one. By the time the box came to rest in its original spot for the final time, I was not only sore all over but also exhausted. The sound of the lid being opened surprised me, as I had not heard them enter and realised I must have dozed off for a moment. I hardly moved, as my ties were undone, until they came to my nipples. The rush of blood back to my nipples was agony and I could not stop my screams. I must have blacked out, as the next thing I knew I was being carried back in someone’s arms.
The lightness of her body was a surprise to me as I carried her into the bathroom. I had seen her sway and then start to collapse as she screamed, and had lifted her up into my arms. I had decided to reward her for not speaking by letting her have a spa bath anyway, so that is where I was headed now. The movement of her in my arms just as I entered the bathroom, let me know she was awake again.
The feeling of something cool under my bottom alerted me that I was yet again in a different place. The sound of water told me I was in a bathroom of some kind. Hands on my waist gripped me firmly as I felt warm water start to envelope my body. I could also feel bubbles and guessed I was in a spa of some kind. He had gently lowered my body into the water until I was sitting with water up to my shoulders. I had to sigh as the water helped to ease my sore muscles, forgetting for a time all about the man who was still in the room somewhere. A leg brushing against my leg warned me that I was no longer alone in the water.
I sat down, looking at her face still covered with the blindfold. I knew it was too soon for her to be allowed to see our faces but wanted to let her go without it for a while. Moving her so that she was sitting in front of me, I undid the knot at the back of the cloth and placed it over the side of the spa. Holding her head so that she could not turn around to look at me, I enjoyed the feeling of both the water and her body resting against mine.
I blinked in the sudden light, my eyes trying to focus. I felt his hands on my head and sensed that I was not meant to turn around, not that I could see much at the moment anyway. When my eyes started to work, I saw I was in a large room with a toilet and a shower over to the side. I longed to see his face but even after he had removed his hands, I did not look. He pulled my body back to rest on his even more and despite not wanting to touch him, found it a comfortable position. I was less sure about his fingers rubbing my still aching nipples, but was just too tired to stop him. After a while the spa did it’s job and I felt more relaxed then I had been since being taken from my bed. Even his body so close to mine didn’t worry me so much anymore.
Her body lying relaxed on me, made me relax too. Sometimes a girl would still fight me at this stage, even though they were exhausted. Clare seemed to have a sense of when to let go, and I was glad. I stayed with her in the spa for over an hour, until I knew I had to get her back to her room. She had drifted off to sleep, so it was an easy job to retie her blindfold. By the time I went to stand her up, she was awake again and once she was dry, I was able to walk her back to her room.
The walk back did not seem to take long and before I knew it, I was again secured to my bed. I was pleased it was not a tight tie, my body still sore. He had just tied my arms down to the side of the bed and my feet to the end. I did not hear him leave as I slipped back into sleep.
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