How worse?

You follow the woman for about an hour, then you arrive in her home. It is nice and lively, just as any modern apartment should be. Except for the basement, where all you see is a row of cages, pads, desks, and all sort of bondage devices. You notice that one of the cages are occupied by a man (perhaps Barney?), the rest of them are empty.

"Mmm!!!" you give out a muffled sound, as you are hit and shocked again with the lasso. Once you collapse, you are dressed in a light-brown outfit, a leash already attached to its collar. Your arms and legs are locked together as if you were an animal, with mittens that resemble pawns securing your fingers. A zipper is pulled down between your legs and two enormous dildos are inserted in. You receive a hood on your head that prevents you to see and contains its own ballgag. Of course: Elena suffers the same fate. Dressed into an exact copy of your outfit.

"After me, kitty," the woman says after your strength returns, your leash yanked again and again as you hastily stumble after her. Following a series of steps, you are placed in a cage, your collar and a set of O-rings on your suite locked to the bars to prevent any movement.

"Meow!" You grunt, but the hood translates your sound to a cat's. It is the two dildos that made you do this, as they've started to vibrate inside you. Only to stop once you were about to reach your climax. As if there was some sort of a sensor in them.

"Nighty-night, kitties!" Mistress says, and you can hear her steps progressively fainted.

"Meow!" "Meow!" "Meow!" you repeat continuously. All the way through the night, as the two monstrous things keep moving inside you.