To the preparation room

It's been three or four minutes, but it feels more like an hour. You've been standing, facing the hallway with stone columns rising up to arches at the top. The hallway ends in a stone wall a short distance ahead of you, and you think you can make out some kind of doorway to the left, but it's a bit awkward to look at it with your head tilted backwards.

Isabella has kept one hand pushing firmly between your shoulder blades and the other pulling on the silk rope around your neck for the entire time, causing you to bend your entire upper body backwards to reduce the strain on your neck. It's not enough to strain your breathing, except when you accidentally lean your head forwards to look down. Any attempt to fix your posture is met with stronger pressure in the hand on your back.

It's much easier to look above, where there is a stained glass picture that looks a bit like a rendition of the crucifixion, except that the male figure is nude and surrounded by several nude female figures. One of them grasps his penis, another cups his balls, and a third figure stands off to the side holding a whip.

Finally, Isabella speaks.

"Well, I reckon that's enough time to keep us from getting ahead of ourselves. Behave!"

With that, she releases you from your silken rope. You instinctively reach up to rub at your neck, only to remember that your hands don't reach up there anymore. You settle with some neck stretches instead.

Isabella is now back ahead of you and leading you on by the tip like before. In moments, you reach the wall and turn left into the opening you noticed earlier. There is no door, only a purple feathery strip curtain that caresses your body for an instant as you pass through it.

The room is dark, with a red glow to it-

You are interrupted by a strong shove against the middle of your chest. You try to catch your footing, but your reflexes weren't trained on your current attire. Putting your arms out and one foot behind works much better when you can move your arms and legs more than a few inches. You topple backwards, and land on a soft, cushioned bed.

Before you are even finished falling down, hands are already firmly gripping each of your legs. You look down, and see that Isabella is fitting a cuff onto one of your ankles, and another woman is doing the same to your other ankle. It's difficult to make out details clearly in the dark room that your eyes haven't yet adjusted to yet, but the other woman is dark-skinned and wearing some kind of shiny necklace.

The two women have finished putting on your anklets now, and the new woman is climbing onto the bed now. She has Indian features, and looks to be in her mid thirties. Her breasts are mid-sized, between Isabella's and Julia's. She is wearing several layers of necklaces: the first is more of a choker around her neck, two fit in between her breasts, and a third runs over both nipples, ending at the belly button. Each necklace has some kind of pendant at the bottom with complicated details.

Right now, she is climbing onto the bed on top of you, sliding over you on her knees and straddling you. When she is just below your knees, she stops and leans forward to kiss the head of your penis in greeting. This kiss is the same as Isabella's, with two major differences. This one is made by fuller lips, and it ends in a loud click as something hard is clipped around your neck.

Startled, you turn your head around to look, and find that the combination of the ankle cuffs giving each leg only a few inches of slack and the woman sitting on top of you make it impossible to turn over even halfway. You tilt your head back to look and can't see Isabella. Frustrated, you look down towards your feet and see the Indian woman just now sitting down open legged on top of your thighs in the dim red candlelit glow of the room.

You feel your head being rested against something soft with a rather peculiar and complicated shape, evidently it isn't a pillow but rather your head is being placed in Isabella's lap. Your new headrest vibrates as she speaks.

"So, shall we get started then, Aisha?"