The Museum

Note:

In this story, I don’t describe in details people and places, this is to let the reader’s imagination do the job… You never have a better vision of the scenes than when you created it yourself.

English is not my mother tongue. Forgive me if sometimes it is difficult to read me, I’m not sure that I always used the right English term, or the correct grammatical form, and I apologize in advance to everyone who feel hurt!

THE MUSEUM

PART TWO: EVA

CHAPTER 1

Eva's hands were shaking a lot and that gave her trouble to dial her best friend's number. But she had to call Wendy: not that their plan for this Saturday evening was changing, but it's what they would do after the evening that was a complete new story, and she had to tell her right now! She was so excited that for the moment she completely forgot about being totally naked, about the ropes, the padlocks and the ball-gag on her bed, about the key in a glass full of water freezing in the freezer. Two minutes ago, while waiting for the water to freeze, she was wandering on the internet, when she found it. The place where she wanted to be at the end of the night.

She landed on this website by searching on google images some torture devices, to give her inspiration for her dreams of bondage. Bondage was her private world where she went almost every day. Torture was something she never really experimented in real, but was often present in her dreams. Though, she loved a bit of pain from time to time during her bondage sessions. Wendy was going to spend the evening with her today, because Wendy was part of the private world of Eva.

The two girls have been hanging together for three years now, two of them had been spent at college where they were roommates. Wendy became Eva’s very best friend on another Saturday, twenty months ago: she had left to spend the week-end at her parents, but went back at the apartment to get something she had forgotten, and discovered Eva totally naked and bound to the bed. After an embarrassing moment, Eva explained that she loved to tie herself up, on beds, chairs, whatever, for that gave her an intense sexual arousal. She explained that she always had a way to free herself after some time, either by waiting for a frozen key to melt, or using an electromagnet and a programmable plug. Eva had a lot of solutions, and enough imagination.

Since this day, Wendy, who tolerates the special activity of her friend, agreed to help her from time to time, by securing the last knot, fastening the last padlock... Eva was so thankful to have Wendy, she would have done anything for her, and Wendy found it to be a good deal for the small effort it cost her... Eva never told Wendy how she had loved the feeling of being discovered by her, and that, since then, she secretly dreamed of being exposed bound in public.

Well, tonight was going to be her chance...

“Hello?”

"Wendy?! You will not believe it!!"

"Eva? What?"

"I... You... Ahhh... Well... Herrr... OK, come this evening as we agreed, but prepare for a sleepless night: tonight we're going to the museum!"

"What? But, why? Which one? And anyway, aren't they supposed to be closed at night?"

Wendy felt a sudden great excitement growing inside her, but she tried to react normally to what her friend was saying. She just couldn’t help thinking that the time she and her brother were waiting for had finally arrived.

"Well, not all of them apparently!"

"Eva, you're so confused, I understand nothing, can you explain clearly?"

She understood very well in fact, and it was too good to be true. But she couldn’t let Eva guess anything about her knowing this place. She had kept her brother’s secret for months, despite her great desire to talk about it to Eva, knowing that it could be exactly the kind of crazy thing she was looking for, but Wendy had always respected the free will of people, and had waited instead, hoping that Eva would find out by herself, what she apparently just did.

"OK. I just found on internet that there is a museum that has a section specialized in ancient torture devices, and volunteers can come every last Saturday night of the month, to figurate in the exposition as “victims” of the devices, to be exposed for the Sunday morning visitors... I so want to try it!"

"Eva, you're just so weird... Is it true? It sounds too strange to be real..."

But inside her Wendy wanted to scream Yes! I know very well what you’re talking about, and I’m so glad you found out this site!

"Well, it looks like to be true. Anyway, let's go and see, at least! It's at the "Middle Age Tortures" section of the Human Evolution museum... Oh please Wendy, I promise I'll do more than anything for you, forever!"

Now Wendy was sure that Eva had found out the special thing organized by her brother in the museum where he was working. She needed to call John right after, of course, after a last effort with Eva to sound natural and unconcerned:

"OK... Well, why not, if you so want to. But do we change the plan for tonight then?"

"No! We keep the plan: come at my place at 10:30pm".

"OK, see you then, my weird friend!"

Only seconds after that, Wendy was talking to John on the phone…

CHAPTER 2

Eva’s level of excitement was so high that the self-bondage session she had prepared for the beginning of the evening seemed suddenly to... dull for her. At first the evening plan was to have a bondage session with the help of Wendy. The rendezvous was planned at 10.30pm at her house, and to spend the two hours before Wendy’s arrival, Eva had planned a short self-bondage session. Like a warm-up for the evening.

But now that she had new plans for the end of the night, fantastic plans, she needed something bigger than the usual. She wanted a real treat, something very serious. Eva didn’t change the settings she had in mind except that she decided that she wouldn't use padlocks and keys, that she wouldn't use the magnet either, that she wouldn’t have the possibility to untie herself, or get free by herself! That meant only ropes would be used to tie herself to the bed. The less sophisticated it would be, the more secure. She would rely only on Wendy to rescue her, hoping then that she won't have any car crash or heart attack before she had freed her! This was a risk she would have never taken in normal situations. But tonight her excitement was too powerful, made her lose her senses, and she wasn't in a state of being reasonable. Only a big risk could match her big expectations.

She summed things up as she always did before securing herself to something. She would need eight ropes this evening: one for each wrist, one for each foot. For ropes were to go around her waist and be secured at each side of the bed: one at the hips, one at the narrowest part of her waist near her navel, one just below her breasts and one just above her breasts. The last rope would not be tied to the bed, but used to hold a vibrator in place like a G-string.

In the furniture store where she bought her bed, she didn't say to the seller the real reason of her choice, but it was clearly the possibility of easily tying ropes at the 4 corners and on the 4 sides as well. The bed base was not the most beautiful, but it fitted perfectly Eva's needs. So there she was, the two ropes for the wrists were secured to each corner and a lose knot was ready to tighten around the wrists. But that would be the last bit of the process. First, she took one big vibe and pressed it into her pussy. No need for lubricant, the excitation of the evening being so high, she was wet very quick! Even more, she almost came at once when she inserted the device, although she didn't turn it on yet. She secured a rope around her hips and between her legs to hold it, and soon it disappeared under the layers of ropes. If not for the wire that connected the dildo to the control, one wouldn't know that there was something inside her most private part.

Satisfied with this rope, she climbed on the bed. Before going on with the tying up, she spent a couple of minutes to enjoy the feeling of rope against her skin: she lay down on the bed, took some of the ropes and spread them delicately over her body. The ropes were like long snakes zigzagging widely on the skin of her upper thigh, her belly, her breasts, falling at some places, over each side of her torso, caressing some sensible areas. This feeling was delightful for Eva, but as good as this was, it wasn't what she had in mind, so eventually she opened her eyes and put herself back to work. She secured her feet to the ropes that went to the corresponding corners of the bed, and started with the three ropes which would hold her torso from hips to shoulders. Those were difficult to tighten, but she had developed a technique during her numerous sessions: first, she prepared the ropes by running them across the bed from left to right, forming a straight line from one side to the other. At each side, the ropes would be wrapped around the bed base and go back to the middle of the bed. The next step was done once she was lying down, her feet already tied up. She laid over the lowest line-rope (it was going under her hips), took each loose end, crossed them above her, wrapped them around the line-rope on each opposite side of her body, and then back to the middle to be knotted above her. This process allowed her to tighten the rope around her all the while being tightly bound to the bed. She did this for the waist-rope, under-the-breasts-rope and above-the-breasts-rope. She knew that this way of tying those ropes would leave marks, but that was part of her pleasure, and those marks would not be permanent.

Now was time for the wrists, but before, she took a glance at the clock. 9:03. Wendy was supposed to arrive one hour and half later. She also switched the vibrator on, at maximum power. This made her climax and she almost came, but she managed to hold it again. At this time, she knew she should not think too much, and go through the final steps as quickly as possible. But it was also the most intensely feeling moment, so thrilling! Without further ado, she took the ball-gag and opened her mouth for the big ball. She buckled the belt behind her neck, tightly secured. She finally lay down, reached for the wrist ropes, and struggled a bit to put her hands into their respective loop, because as she wanted the minimum of slack, she needed to reach nearer the head of the bed, pulling on the ropes at her ankles. Doing this, the tightly secured ropes around her torso made their work: like many hands caressing her skin, while restraining her movements. The feeling of ropes over her skin and holding her in place, added to helplessness, was the real thing she was looking for when she tied herself, and tonight the effect was maximum. Finally her hands passed through the loops, and with a small but sharp movement of her arms, each loop tightened around each wrist.

That was it. She was tightly tied spread-eagled on her bed, and she would not be able to free herself alone. The control to the vibrator was out of reach, its battery would deliver enough power to last all the night, but of course she hoped to be freed long before. She had a big ball-gag in her mouth that could be removed only by hands. She didn't want to be blindfolded. Indeed, another part of her pleasure came from the sight she represented to herself. Seeing herself bound was important and very exciting. She loved her body, she loved her curves, she loved her skin, and she loved seeing ropes against her skin. This was the main reason for her choice of mirrored doors for her big closet in her bedroom: in her position she could see almost all of her body from one side.

Her first orgasm came only seconds after that. It was very powerful, because it was built not only by her real helplessness, but also by the expectations she had for the end of the evening. She squirmed, pulling on the ropes at her wrists and ankles without loosening them a single bit, while the spasms of the orgasm were devourishing her, and it lasted for several seconds before she started to climb-down. As usual after a big orgasm, when the tension decreased while she were still tied and enable to free herself, she felt a little bad mood, a little guilt, and wanted to be free at once, regretting almost to have made it all in the first place. But she couldn't do anything to free herself right now, the ropes being so simply but solidly tied, with the knots of the wrists ropes placed near the bed base where she couldn't reach them.

So she tried to relax, took some deep breaths, trying to ease particularly the muscles on her shoulders, arms and thighs, because she was aware now that she was going to stay in that position for more than an hour at the very least. She also tried to forget about the vibe in her pussy, about the ropes around her body. She knew that another orgasm would be difficult to build so soon after the first one, so she wanted to forget for some time her situation right now, to make time go faster, and have a little rest.

CHAPTER 3

From her position, lying down on the bed, she could easily look at the alarm clock on her bedside table. Ten thirty were passed for fifteen minutes when she heard a key enter the door lock, and open the door. Seconds after she saw Wendy at the entrance of her bedroom. The feeling of humiliation of being discovered naked and bound, even by someone who knew all about her fantasies, built another orgasm. It was bigger than Eva would have anticipated. She gasped for a long moment, and enjoyed the vibe inside her very much while squirming on the bed.

Wendy was still in the entrance of the bedroom when Eva finally stopped moving and stared at her. She had observed Eva and her orgasm without moving or talking. Just smiling, as if she had really enjoyed the sight. The big smile on Eva’s face, despite the ball-gag, was really pleasant to see too, and Wendy stayed a long moment before moving. When she finally did, it was to take her cell phone from her handbag. She placed herself at the foot of the bed, as far as possible in order to have the widest field of view, took two or three shots and put her phone back in her bag. While moving towards the door of the bedroom, she said to Eva:

“I forgot, I have an important thing to do, it won’t take long and I see that you are OK to wait a bit more. I’ll be back soon, see ya!”

Eva had just the time to hmmmff hmmmfff in her gag before she heard the entrance door open and close, Wendy now being outside.

She couldn’t believe it! What was this? How come did she have something to do while she was supposed to spend the evening here? This wasn’t good. It was not the Wendy she knew. She began to feel a little disturbed about this, plus the pictures she took of her: as long as she could remember, Wendy never had taken pictures of her in bondage. This session was not funny anymore, and Eva wanted it to stop. But of course she couldn’t do anything about it, for she had made sure she couldn’t free herself alone. Nevertheless, she tried to pull at the ropes, just in case, and stopped when it began to hurt. All her tries proved to be useless, so she took a deep breath and resigned to wait. A new desire began to grow: she wanted, more and more as the minutes were passing, to be fucked. Maybe it was because for the first time she was not only completely helpless and unable to get free, but also in total unknown of what was to come. The feeling was knew to her and the result was this desire growing bigger and bigger. She realized that she had never really been in such a situation before. Even when Wendy was helping her, the plan was established in advanced and she knew what and when things were going to happen until the end of the session. Those didn’t involve sex actually, even if Eva had much bigger orgasms after such sessions when masturbating. She didn’t understand why this feeling built a sexual desire, but she was not surprised. She had stopped long ago to try and understand the logic behind her bondage needs.

Thanks to the vibe inside her pussy, her desire could be fulfilled quickly, and she came hard on the bed. After a moment though, her need went back, as big as before. Eva was very surprised to feel that way. She didn’t expect her desire of being fucked to be back so quickly. The problem now was that she would not be able to satisfy this need as easily as previously. The magic of the first time has come and gone.

So to forget about her need, she started to think about Wendy, and what could be the important thing she had to do. Minds have the habit of imagining always the worst of the scenario, and Eva started to think that Wendy was going to sell her to some foreign slave trader… Of course it was absolutely stupid, certainly impossible in the real world, but that was the first fear Eva had. A thought that made her pussy even wetter. And she took photos; but for what purpose? To whom would she need to show them? A slave trader? The more she thought about this, the more she was afraid, and the more she was wet.

Her fear lessened when the door of her apartment opened. She hmmmmffff-ed as loudly as she could to make Wendy understand that she had had enough of that, and time had come to untie her. The answer that came from the entrance hall,

“Yeas, yes, I’m coming. Let me take off my shoes…”

would have been relieving, if only it had been Wendy’s voice. But it was a man’s voice. The result was totally different, and a lot more worrying.

CHAPTER 4

Eva was very confused, of course. She stopped trying to talk, even stopped moving at all, and waited (what else could she do?). When a face appeared in the frame of her bedroom’s door, she looked at someone she had seen before, she was sure, but she couldn’t really remember where or when. For now, most of her fear was still present, and she waited to see what he had to say.

“Well well. What a sight. Such a wonderful sight. You’re very beautiful Eva, don’t you know? And even much more beautiful when you are all tied up like this! Those ropes, they fit you perfectly!”

After a few seconds and no reaction from her, he continued:

“By the way, do you remember me? We met some... hmm, two and a half years ago, for Wendy’s birthday party. I’m John, her brother. Remember?”

He didn’t get an answer, but saw two changes in her faces: first, her fear almost disappeared, and she looked suddenly more relaxed. Second, her cheeks went from light brown (she was naturally tanned) to bright red. Shining red, one should rather say. This made John smile, and he left the door frame to come closer. He sat on the bed next to her, and started to touch the ropes. Eva still thought it best not to speak, and that was good because she didn’t know what to say, and couldn’t say anything clearly anyway due to the ball-gag.

His hands reached for the control of the vibe. He took it, looked closely at it but his expression was not surprised at all. He just observed the thing, testing the power level that she had set to maximum at the beginning of her session. He reduced the level, went up and down several times, maybe to see if there was any effect on her, then set it back to maximum again, and put it back where it had been between her legs.

What he didn’t see is that this little power level changes did have an effect on her: it brought back her big desire to be fucked hard. Of course she wasn’t disposed to tell him right now, (anyway she still couldn’t talk). Her mind was still puzzled, and she was not sure what to think of all this. First, she supposed, even hopped, that the thing Wendy had to do was linked to him being here. Well, it must, how else would he have the key to her apartment? OK, that was a good thing, but the next question was where was Wendy? Another question, of course, was what is he doing here? For the answer, she would have to wait and see his next move, she guessed. But she tried a little hmmmfff, just to see his reaction.

“Yeah, I’ll come to that later, don’t be impatient…”

He finished his sentence with a big mile and a wink. Then he rose from the bed, looked all around the room and walked to her desk, at the opposite side of the bed from the entrance and the mirrored closet. While walking around the bed, he took long looks at her body, from head to feet, and at the ropes that were tying her. She would swear that she saw him nod to himself. Arrived at the desk, he sat on the chair and grabbed the mouse of her computer. The screen saver stopped saving the screen, and he saw a website, the one that made her call Wendy, the one where she had found what she wanted to do for the end of the night.

If he had look at her, he would have seen her blushing deeply again. But he didn’t seem to be surprised at all by what he was looking at. She couldn’t see through him, so she didn’t know what he was doing, but she guessed, seeing his hand moving the mouse, that he was scrolling the page rather quickly, without reading all the information and details that were displayed.

“Do you know which device you want to be in tonight?” he said while keeping his head to the computer. I can give you details about each one if it can help you make your choice… Or, I can choose for you, if you don’t mind adding a bit of fun in all this.”

What? was all she could think of. “Hmmmfff”, was all she could say.

He went back to the bed, and sat again next to her. This time, he reached for the back of her head, and removed the ball-gag. Before he had a chance to say a word, she rushed:

“What are you doing here? Where is Wendy? What are you talking about? What do you want from me? Untie me or fuck me now!

She realized what she said only after having said it! Her last sentence went out by itself! She instantly regretted that, stopped talking, blushed again, then closed her eyes for the shame was too much to bear.

This made him laugh. A sweet, gentle laugh, that eased a little bit the tension she had just been through.

“OK, OK, don’t panic! I’m sorry, I didn’t want to frighten you at all! So, I’ll try to answer your questions: Wendy is at her apartment, gathering some stuff for us tonight. She told me about your phone call and your special wish for this night, and it happens that I run this little business in which you want to participate. So don’t worry, Wendy will come back in a few minutes. But she told me to come here first in order to talk to you about this little adventure you want to try, to be sure that it was really what you wanted. Well, for what I can see, you seem pretty determined. Oh, yes, it may surprise you but Wendy knows about all this, but she never told you because she always had her principle that people had to find by themselves their own paths, or whatever… Anyway, when you called her, she realized that you were talking about my stuff, so she called me right after. She brought me her key to your place, and here I am. Now, for your last… order, I would choose fuck me!”

And so he did. After having removed the rope holding the vibe inside her, he played a little bit with it, pushing it slowly inside, pulling it slowly outside, at high level power then at low level power. With his other hand, he touched her skin, gently caressing her thigh, her belly, making her feel the ropes she had tightened around her hips and waist. Then he undressed. She saw what a beautiful man he was. Certainly older than Wendy and herself, but still a very attractive man, one who could have been an actor, if not a model. She made her mind at this moment: she wasn’t sure before, but now she was certain that she wanted him to fuck her. She kept her tongue, though, and waited for him to come back on the bed. He fucked her two times. He appeared to be both delicate and sensual. And they had big orgasms. It was just when he got dressed up that Wendy knocked at the door.

CHAPTER 5

Eva was now untied, and Wendy apologized for not having checked that she had a way to free herself as she usually did. She was sitting on the bed, rubbing her wrists where the tight rope had left big marks, but not permanent ones. Before she has time to reach for clothes, John said:

“Let’s get to business snow. Before you arrive, Eva and I were talking about the choice of device.” He said with another wink towards Eva. “I asked her if she wanted us to choose for herself…”

“Well, at first I wanted to try the wooden table that fucks you with a spiked dildo, and shocks you with electricity. It must be awesome, the feeling of pain and pleasure regularly repeated… But the idea of letting my fate in your hands pleases me very much in fact. I’m sure Wendy knows me well enough now to know what kind of stuff will please me the most. So I’d like to let you both choose for me. But don’t let me know what you have chosen, I want to play it as if I were your captive, and you took me to some dungeon for torture and all…”

Eva took advantage of the situation to add an aspect she had wanted to try for a long time now: role playing. This was a unique opportunity and she wasn’t ready to let it pass.

“OK,” said John. “Sounds good to me” he said while looking at Wendy, not at Eva. Wendy answered the non-asked question:

“Yes, OK for me too. We can discuss about it while you take a shower … Take your time!”

“And before the shower,” added John, “empty yourself the most you can, it would only be more comfortable for you during the night…”

Eva didn’t really understand why, but she obeyed anyway. When she left them to enter the bathroom, she could see John grinning to Wendy. But she didn’t try to give it much sense, except that they were happy to play with her.

Twenty minutes or so after, she was back in her room. John was sitting on the desk chair while Wendy was on the bed. She spoke first:

“Eva, do you trust us?”

“I do, I really trust you, Eva.”

“OK then. Here’s what we propose: as you don’t want to know which situation we want to put you in, we could give you something to make you sleep, and you would wake up all set up. What d’you say?”

“Oh… herrr I don’t know… What kind of stuff would make me sleep enough for that?”

The question was odd, but to tell the truth, Eva didn’t really know how to react to this proposition. And questioning was a way to buy more time to think about this.

“It’s John’s stuff. He uses it often and works very well, no danger at all, don’t worry. Trust me, it will be cool.”

“OK then. Why not? Let’s give it a try.”

John went to the bag that Wendy brought back with her. He search among a lot of thing apparently, to take a sort of vial from it, and then asked for a glass of water. He said to Eva:

“When you’re ready, drink this. It will make you sleep in less than ten minutes, and you will wake up in several hours. Don’t worry, we will watch over you…”

After some more hesitation, Eva took the glass and the vial. She took a deep breath, looked at Wendy then at John. This is a great chance to have a great experience. The opportunity that I’ve been waiting for so long! Go for it! And she drank it. John nodded, then said:

“Sit on the bed and relax, let yourself go to sleep. You’re safe and everything will be OK.”

So she did, and rapidly felt the will to fall asleep. She woke up one second later, or so it seemed to her. But just before she opened her eyes, she knew she was all set up for the night.

CHAPTER 6

It was completely dark, so she supposed that it must be the middle of the night. She heard faint voices in the distance, maybe behind a closed door, or at the opposite side of the room if the room was big. But in the darkness she couldn’t tell. And she wasn’t going to look for herself, because she rapidly found out that she was secured to something. She was lying down, naked, on some comfortable but hard surface, like polished stone, marble or maybe metal. She was spread eagled, ankles and wrists as far as possible from the rest of her body and from each over. She could feel restraints at each ankle and each wrist, and they seemed to be some thin metal arches going through the stand over which she was laying. They weren’t pressing on her skin but there wasn’t enough slack to free herself. Those were the only restraints that held her pinned to the stand, but she felt other things on her body: her breasts were circled at their base, raising them and making them more sensible, especially her tits. Also, she felt dildos inserted inside her pussy and ass. Those dildos were held in place thank to a sort of harness probably made of leather, but she couldn’t be sure of that. She couldn’t see the electrical wires that came out of the dildos and down under the stand and through the ground.

A big smile appeared on her face as joy came to her. She realized that the game had started. A game she had been longing for a very long time. She was completely helpless and she didn’t know what was to come to her, and that gave her a great excitement. As her eyes started to adjust to the darkness, she tried to figure out more precisely her situation. She turned her head and try to look at the stand on which she was lying down. It was a circular base. Apparently fixed to the stand, she could see two strange devices made of wood disposed at each side of her torso. There were some sort of planks, pivots, gears and belts, but at first she couldn’t tell yet what the purpose was. Then she remembered that she was supposed to be in a kind of torture room, and she realized that those devices were certainly made to reach her. A quick evaluation of the possible movements of the devices led her to the conclusion that they were made to spank her breasts. She observed the two moving boards which were supposed to hit her, one for each breast, and could now tell that they were ending with a wider part, angled purposely to hit the maximum surface of the breast, and fitted with small wooden spikes.

Ohhh that must certainly hurt a lot! She didn’t need to know more to guess that it would certainly be very painful. Her excitement went bigger with this discovery. She instinctively moved her hips, which made the dildos tickle gently her insides. The feeling was exquisite, and she enjoyed it several minutes, trying to imagine the feeling of those spanking devices over her erected breasts.

Raising her head to the maximum allowed by her restraints, she could see the shapes of three wooden devices that looked like some sort of bicycles several meters from her. They were aligned and facing her. She was puzzled and wondered if those have anything to do with her, or if they were belonging to a complete different story. There was not enough light to see the electrical wires that came from dynamos on the wheels, and to the ground.

She realized suddenly that the voices had stopped, and she heard footsteps coming towards her. When she saw shadows emerging from a side wall, a light was switched on and she could see clearly everything in the room.

“I see that you woke up! Good morning Eva! Had a good night? You slept a long time, the sun is about to rise in a couple of hours!”

“Well, the thing you gave me seems to work very well: I had the feeling of waking up wright after having fallen asleep, with no dream and no sensation of the lapse of time it lasted…”

John and Wendy were by her side now, both with a big smile on their face. Wendy approached a hand and started to caress her skin at her belly, then gently went up to fondly squeeze one breast, saying:

“You are so beautiful. You look perfectly nice here, I am sure you’re gonna do well. Does it hurt?”

Eva knew she was referring to the breasts, and she answered:

“Nah, not at all. They are very sensitive, but it is not too tight and it feels rather good!”

“Do you remember seeing this device on the website?”

“No” Eva didn’t remember seeing anything with a circular table. But she hadn’t looked through all the website and she remembered that the list of devices went on two pages. Eva had only read half of the first one.

“Well” completed John, “let me explain then. You are lying down on a circular table. Fixed to it are those two spanking devices. They will aim at your breasts. But when will they enter into action, you will ask? Well, you see those three bicycles over there? Well, each time someone rides one of them, the device will activate and you will be spanked. The intensity and speed of the spanking will only depend on the power delivered by the riders. And of course, if there are two or three riders at the same time, the powers add up!” He said the last sentence with a grin that puzzled her…

“OK. Now Wendy and I will have a breakfast before we’ll start to welcome today’s visitors. Any question before we go?”

“Herr, how long will the riders be riding the bikes?”

“Well, as long as they want! Or at least as long as they are not too tired. Indeed, the dynamo that converts the riding into power creates a braking force, and for the riders it will be like climbing an upward slope. But if they are numerous, they could relay themselves…” And they left her think about all this…

But while walking behind her head, Wendy took Eva by surprise with a ball-gag that she inserted quickly into her mouth. It was made of an inflatable pear, which she secured in place by buckling the belt behind her neck. Eva pumped several times and the thing grew wider and wider, filling entirely her mouth. Eva could not talk anymore, all the noise she could make was some grunts that nobody could understand.

The time had finally arrived, and there was no turning back. Eva was so happy. Her joy was huge, but there was also a lot of fear, or rather anticipation for what was to come. Indeed, she wasn’t really prepared to be hurt during a long time and she didn’t know how she will be able to endure that. She didn’t know the level of pain her breasts were going to suffer, and considering that they were more sensitive as they were. But she couldn’t say anything, so she had no choice than to submit to whatever was to come. And that was the reason of her happiness. It was exactly the kind of helplessness that she dreamed of: being at the total mercy of unknown people, to be tortured as much as they will like, and not being able to avoid it.

END OF PART TWO

Thank you for reading. I hope that you won’t be frustrated with this end, but I wanted to let you enjoy the torture as your imagination will depict it to you. Don’t hesitate to tell me if you like it this way or if you would have preferred me to describe the visit at the museum on this Sunday morning…

I am now working on part 3, where maybe Eva will meet Sarah. I think they could do great things together… If you have any suggestion, or any idea that I could develop in the story, feel free to contact me by mail: bondalis31 @ gmail.com (without the blanks) or on my FetLife profile (Bondalis31)