No, stay with Selina and Lynsey.

"NO! Please..." Selina begged. Her cheeks suddenly puffed out as a ball gag filled her mouth. The sound of a noisy motor started up and Selina fell to her knees. It was the sound of a large studded but plug and dildo whirring to life in Selina's nether regions. The facility's dress code was very specific... Her heels grew to eight inches, making it impossible to walk. The servos in her bra whirred to life, assailing her with a constant salvo of strokes, pinches, and electric shocks.

Lynsey had been cowering against the wall in the fetal position and had just now mustered the courage to peek at her fellow ****. Apparently she wasn't going to be punished. She crawled over to where Selina lay writhing and scooped her up and held her. She knew the hell that Selina was going through. **** orgasms hadn't seemed like the most excruciating kind of ****, but when the sessions were a four hour minimum... it got pretty bad.

Selina gasped as her choker constricted around her neck. Lynsey knew this meant that she was nearing orgasm. The chokers exploited the enhanced orgasms induced by auto erotic asphyxiation. Selina's latex cocooned body jerked with the power of the orgasm, and her eyes started to roll back in her head. But the computer that controlled the slaves punishments also monitored their vital signs. Unconsciousness was not allowed. The writhing dildo and butt plug hammering away inside of Selina would begin administering shocks to keep her awake.

Selina's eyes went wide as the first shock occurred. Lynsey remembered this part from her own punishments. As soon as she was fully awake, her mandatory clit piercing would begin to vibrate. The intercom crackled to life.

"NO AID TO FELLOW SLAVES IS ALLOWED DURING A PUNISHMENT. EITHER MAKE SELINA LICK YOUR PUSSY AS AN APOLOGY NOW OR YOU WILL ALSO BE PUNISHED."