Not at all.

The piercings **** her to the destination Mr. Lash had described. They stopped pulling her outside the door, but when she didn't open it, the nipple rings began twisting slowly. She got the message and quickly went inside. The room was pitch black inside and there was a strange thumping coming from across the room.

The door slammed shut on it's own, surprising a scream out of Britney and leaving her in complete darkness. To her relief, the lights flickered on a moment later. The room was bare except for an antique wardrobe on the far wall. An old metal bar was jammed between it's handles, keeping it closed. The doors shuddered visibly as something inside it slammed against it. That was the source of the thumping.

"Uh uh, no way" Britney declared, turning to leave. The door lock clicked shut. Try as she might, Britney couldn't open the door. She crossed her arms and sat down against the door, facing the wardrobe.

"There is no way I'm opening that." The thing inside slammed against the doors again, as if to confirm her decision. Unfortunately for Britney, she didn't have a say in the matter. Her piercings dragged her to her feet. Britney thought fast. She had to do something about the piercings. She couldn't resist their pull, but she moved as slowly as possible. She tore off her shirt and her bra, her nipples stretched to their limit as she tried to slow her progress. But she was already in front of the wardrobe.

The thing inside thumped again, making her jump. The piercings began twisting again, giving her **** but to put her hand on the bar jammed between the wardrobe's door handles and start to pull. The thing inside stopped moving as soon as the bar started scraping against the door handles. The room was deadly silent as the bar came free. Britney waited nervously.