Restrained on the floor

It takes you a moment to recover from getting thrown face first on the floor. As you are coming to your senses, you are thankful that the floor has been covered in carpets to cushion your fall.

You are just getting up to a kneeling position again when to your surprise the shackles on your wrists are released. With a relieved sigh you stretch your arms out wide, glad to finally have the opportunity to move your sore shoulders.

Your relaxation gets cut short, however, as your captor grabs a wrist with each hand and pulls them above your head. "Wait! No!" you try to exclaim as your wrists are shackled back together again, though with your mouth still gagged all that comes out is a groan.

In a swift motion your arms are pulled down from over your head. In front of you is a bed covered in sheets that seem much too fancy to be used in a tent. On each corner is a steel post holding the bed in place. Your hands are being pulled towards one of these corners and the strong woman forces your ass into the air as your shackles are locked to the solid post.

Now that you are stuck in this room, your captor finally speaks up. "Perfect. Now that you're locked here, I can start your test. I don't understand why command requires I do this, but I guess they want concrete proof."

You mumble into your gag again, wanting to ask what in the world she is talking about.

"Oh hush, we both know this is just a formality. But I still intend to make this fun for the both of us." You try looking behind you to see what exactly she means, but she grabs the side of your head and shoves your temple into the carpet. Your final defiance comes out as a pitiful whimper as you hear your captor preparing things behind you. With a deep breath you settle your cheek and breasts into the carpet while leaving your bare ass high in the air, waiting for whatever she is planning to do to you.