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Under Evaluation 3
Dr. Rayne Attenburg strolled diagonally from Cell #3, across the hall to Cell #6. She silently slid the viewing port open and peered inside. A wicked grin creased her beautiful face.
“Carl certainly is getting creative.” She thought.
For as animated as Patricia Dwyre’s bondage predicament was, Lila Powell’s was conversely stagnant. The brunette was perched in the far corner of the cell, helpless to move from that spot. The gurney on which the girl had been transported here, was nowhere to be seen.
“I do like it when the staff clean up after themselves.” The statuesque blonde reflected. Rayne took a moment to appreciate Lila’s dilemma.
The brunette’s hands were balled up inside tight leather pouches, her fingers rendered useless. Her arms were folded up behind her back in a “double hammerlock”, heavy leather wrist cuffs locked to rings on the back of a thick leather collar. A trio of 1” leather straps encircled her folded arms and chest, fusing the limbs against her back.
To the untrained eye, it would appear as though Lila was levitating in mid-air. Her legs had been folded, calves pressing tightly against her thighs. “3” appeared to be the magic number, for three straps had also been used to crush the bent legs in place. Ridiculously heavy chain had been affixed to cuffs on each knee and used to pull her legs wide apart. This added some stability to her arrangement.
Dr. Attenburg noted that she needn’t have been so stealthy in her initial inspection of young Miss Powell. Carl had fitted a bulky set of noise dampening headphones over her ears, an integrated elastic strap around her head, ensured that they couldn’t be shaken off. A lawn mower could be roaring right behind her and Lila would be not-so-blissfully unaware.
Rayne unlatched the heavy door and walked in for a closer inspection. She knew the reason for the brunette’s ‘levitation’, even before she saw it. A black, tubular pole jutted out horizontally from the corner Lila was facing. The girl’s crotch was “resting” on the pole, thus bearing all her weight. The doctor could see that the petite brunette was still wearing the waist belt and crotch strap. She knew that the pole had been cast with a vertical hole in it, cut just the right size to accommodate the control knob of the dildo. Leaning in, she could hear the violator churning at high intensity. She doubted that at the moment, it was offering much of a distraction to its host.
Dr. Attenburg’s curiosity was roused, by the captive’s agitated state. Surely she couldn’t be trying to get free. She should know by now, even this early in her captivity, that once bound, she stood zero chance of escape. She also doubted that Lila was in any type of sexual frenzy. But as she stood upright, Rayne peered over the girl’s shoulder. Apparently, Carl’s deviant mind had been working overtime.
The orderly had attached a steel tether to the front of Lila’s collar. He’d run it up to an anchor pounded in the stone wall’s mortised corner. Making it taut, he’d insured that the bound girl would remain upright, whilst “perched” on the pole. In the process, Carl’s actions had all but destroyed a large cobweb. The damage was so extensive, it had to have been premeditated.
Now, just inches from the captive’s nose, a HUGE, black spider scurried about, trying to repair the damage. Rayne cast a glance at the poor girl’s profile. Eyes wide as saucers were locked on the eight legged monster. Below, tightly stretched lips worked frantically around a massive, 3-¾” yellow ball gag. The superfluous gag strap dimpled her cheeks, on its way to being buckled and padlocked behind her head.
A glint caught Rayne’s eye. She looked down and saw that the orderly had added a set of nipple clamps. Lila’s feeble struggles set the heavy silver chain connecting them in motion. The links swung back and forth, tapping lightly against her tightly stretched torso.
“A+ for originality and ‘distress factor‘.” The doctor said out loud.
Lila heard not a word of it.
Rayne reached up behind her captive and snatched off the headphones. Caught completely unaware, the brunette lurched on her perch. No doubt this caused the dildo to shift violently inside her and grinding her loins into the rigid shaft she straddled.
“hhhmmmnghhfff!” Lila pleas gurgled out wetly.
“I see you’ve made a new friend, cunt.” Dr. Attenburg growled in her ear.
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if he decided to use that cute nose of yours as an anchoring point? Why, he could even use one of your nostrils as a little hidey-hole.”
“nnnnnngghhh!!!” The brunette bleated once more
“I had planned on resuming your training,” Rayne confided in her captive, “but what a divinely appropriate analogy. You ARE the little fly caught in my web.”
“I think I’ll let you ponder that for a while longer.” She continued. “Say, 4 more hours?”
Lila’s unintelligible response, still made it clear she couldn’t last four more minutes in this insidious position. Unfazed, Dr. Attenburg re-positioned the headphones. The gorgeous prisoner let out a mournful wail which abruptly cut off, as Rayne’s fingernails mimicked an insect-like walking motion across Lila’s flat stomach.
“God,” Rayne sighed contentedly, “I love my job.”
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