She has company

Tiffany could see she was in a long corridor, with transparent cylinders set into the wall opposite. Many of the cylinders contained a naked slavegirl, although some are empty apart from footplates, cuffs and under-arm supports like her own. Opposite her was an olive skinned beauty, her chest rising and falling as she sleeps. She was supported under her arms, to stop her from falling, and her eyes were closed. Her legs were cuffed apart, so even if she had been awake she would have been unable to stop the device which seemed to be gently stimulating her. Her slight smile and the gentle rocking of her hips made Tiffany wonder what sort of dreams she was having.Her arms, confined behind her back, meant that Tiffany could see everything.

Next to the olive skinned ****, to Tiffany's right, was a pale skinned slavegirl whose long curly red hair fell below her shoulders. Her eyes were hidden behind a high tech mask, but her mouth was moving apparently in angry defiance, and it was easy to see why. Instead of manacles holding her ankles spread she was grasped by a pair of feminine hands on each ankle. More hands continued the job of restraining her legs, while others held her arms despite her **** struggles. The reason she was trying so hard to escape was the hands which roamed her naked body, ticking and stroking, and worse. Her breasts were being massaged, while delicate fingers tweaked her nipples, but the fingers which were clearly the most stimulating were inside her, moving in a remorseless rhythm (and Tiffany noticed she was a real redhead). Tiffany suddenly realised she was about to watch a fellow slavegirl have an orgasm, and looked away. She felt an strange mixture of embarrassment, curiosity and relief that she was not being punished for looking away. The curiosity almost made her look back to watch - suppose I might be punished for not watching - she thought to herself, then I would have to. She imaging cruel pincers squeezing her nipples, and looked back at the redhead - just in case. To her surprise she did not see the slavegirl in the throes of orgasm. The fingers which had been inside her were not just touching her labia gently - enough so she knew they were there, and her struggles to avoid what they had been doing were replaced by her trying, equally unsuccessfully, to thrust her body forward for more contact. She was begging and tears were running down her cheeks. As the redhead gives up, slumping against the restraining hands, the fingers tease her slightly until her squirming in their grip resumes, and then stop, leaving her on the edge again. Tiffany wished she had not looked back, and shuddered, hoping she will not be punished like that.

Instead Tiffany turned her gaze slightly to her left, where the girl to the left of the one immediately facing Tiffany has blonde hair, in a bob cut. She was a natural blonde, as a glance at her pussy hair showed, and it went well with her blue eyes. She had nice boobs, a bit smaller than Tiffany's, but firm, with erect nipples. Tiffany's assessment of the girl's body was interrupted by a thought - Her eyes !! Like Tiffany the girl was not masked and could see her! Indeed she appeared to be checking Tiffany out. Automatically Tiffany tried to cover herself, which of course the cuffs did not allow. Tiffany blushed all over. The girl winked at Tiffany and blew her a kiss - Tiffany blushed even deeper and returned an embarrassed smile.