Wanda Mathews

Wanda had just left the air dryer, hanging from a spreader by both wrists and ankles close together, thereby exposing both her lower holes wide or the rough treatment she just experienced from some rather intrusive hose nozzles. Shortly after her rear pushed open the plastic flaps, a man grabbed behind one of her knees, maneuvering her to a side rail. Once there, he unlinked her wrists and let her hang straight upside down, much to her backs relief, with her hands and ruby red hair laying on the tile floor.

The man pulled a two foot spreader from a shelf, then crouched down and secured her wrists to each end. Then he used the bar to pull her upper body up and attach it to another hook on another rail. He then unbound her ankle cuffs forcing her to hang by the wrists, her feet only inches above the ground until he raised the hook further up, putting her a foot higher.

Now on another ceiling rail line, the man pulled her by the waist through another doorway and halted, then bent down to connect her ankle together and attach a wide flat round metal ten pound weight. He gave her a loud slap on ass, eliciting a muffled “mmmnnnh!” through the bit gag and caused her to swing herself through the opening. The ceiling tilted down right at the door and had Wanda give a startled “ahh!”

As she sped down to a lower floor and only slow down as the hook rapidly clicked above until she came to a swinging halt that further stretched her arms. In front of her was a twisting line of hanging naked girls of at least a dozen and the hook she was on brought her forward until she was about two feet behind the girl ahead. From what she could see, they were all gen mods like her, some with barcodes in various places like the lower back of on one of their butt cheeks. The ones without visible markings since she couldn’t see their nipples likely came from Simmons Technologies, with their playing card suits or their direct competitors Dominant Corp, with their bullseye’s, stars, and crescent moons.

Since there was nothing for her to do but wait, she just enjoyed the view of flesh in ahead. While all gen mods from both main companies are designed to be bisexual, the Club models always ended up lusting more toward their fellow females.

More nude females ended up joining the line behind her and not one of the girls in front moved an inch. Wanda spent hours hanging by her arms, shoulder joints starting to strain under her own weight. Meanwhile, the last of the girls finally rolled to the lines end and a door could be heard to slam shut above and behind them.

A speaker system activated and an old mans voice Started speaking.