Reluctantly

"Look," Heather begs, "Isn't there anything else we can do besides these terrible tests? I mean, you have us naked and tied up already. There's got to be something else you would rather want."

"Nice try, young lady," the voice replies, "That is not going to work. Besides, who is to say that I did not get my satisfaction the last two times I had you **** and naked. Who could resist the opportunity?"

"That's horrible," Jenni says, "What is even the point of all this?"

"You will see soon enough. Am I going to have to do this the hard way, which would mean I get my jollies with your bodies, or the easy way?"

"If it's the only options we have," Heather says reluctantly, "I guess we have to pick the easy way. Right, Jen?"

"I suppose. Will you promise to let us go after that one though?"

"I can't make any promises until I see how you do in the next test. And, don't forget that time is a factor. When day comes, there's a good chance that someone will find you in whatever state I leave you in."

"sigh Just do it then. It's the only way."

"I'm glad that you finally understand. The gas will put you out for about 20 minutes or so. Just enough for me to change the players around."

Heather and Jenni both make sad faces of acceptance as they hear the gas begin to spray in. The latter places her head on her friend's shoulder, hoping that it will help distract her.

Within a minute, the stuff takes effect and the girls fall asleep....

After what feels like only a few minutes, Jenni wakes up to find herself in the same room, but without a warm body up against hers. Being aware of how this works by now, she tests her bonds.

As far as she can tell, her arms are bound behind her back, with ropes around her wrists and just above the elbows. This is accentuated by some rope tied across her chest, which criss-cross around her breasts like a bow.

She can also feel a strain on her neck when she moves, which she determines is a collar. Following a chain around the front, Jenni also determines that she is tied to a bar on the ceiling, which limits her mobility and removes the option of simply running away. Her legs are not tied, but this is a bit of a moot point.

Now that she is aware of her own peril, she tries to find her friend. When she does, she is shocked by the amount of work their tormentor put into it. What the hell does he or she have in mind?