I learn what they mean.

I look from the woman to the man, both grinning widely, and then to the spreader bar and my wrists secured to the bar by the cuffs. It finally dawns on me that similar cuffs are around my ankles and that they mean to secure my legs to the bar in the same manner.

"NO! Please don't." I beg. "I can't do that."

"Oh, she can't do that." The woman repeated in a mocking little girly voice. "You don't have to do anything at all. Once the chains are attached gravity and the laws of physics will do all the work. You just have to hang there while we work."

"Please I need to make water." I pleaded, it was true I'd been **** in the container for god knows how long and I was suddenly aware that my bladder was full.

The woman nodded to the man and he turned away and opened a cupboard. He returned only a few seconds later and placed a plastic bucket near my feet.

"Hurry up then, we don't have all day." The woman urged me.

Slowly I shuffled my feet apart to each side of the bucket. My captors had made no move to release my wrists so I squatted down over the bucket as best I could. Both the man and the woman stood and stared at me with amusement. For several seconds I squatted still in this position.

"Come on, if you need to piss then piss." The woman snapped.

"I can't." I admitted miserably. "Not with you watching."

"Well then, that's another flaw that we'll need to straighten out." The woman giggled.

At a sign from the woman the man stepped forward and kicked the bucket away. Reaching down he grabbed both of my ankles and pulled my feet from under me. I fell backwards, my wrists taking my weight as I hung just above the ground. The man pulled my ankles up and apart, pushing them to the ends of the spreader bar. The woman then secured them in place with a couple more of the metal clips.

"There you are that wasn't so hard now was it?" The woman said scornfully.

Hanging from the bar by my wrists and ankles I was mortified at how exposed and helpless I now was. My legs were spread wide apart and though I could move, gravity and my own body weight would mean that I would always return to this **** position. My crotch and even my ass were being offered up to whatever indignity the two perverts wished to inflict. The chain jolted as the woman activated the winch hidden in the ceiling and I was hoisted upwards until my body was about four feet above the ground. A convenient height I suppose for whatever they meant to do next.