You get punished

"You get punished." Eric walks over to one of the pillories and beckons the guards over. The guards drag the struggling Nicole over and strap her into place.

"I forgot the spreader. Jesse?"

"Yes, sir?"

"You see that bar on the floor against the wall behind you?"

Jesse turns and sees the spreader bar right where Eric said it would be. "Yes, sir."

"Can you pick that up in your teeth and bring it over to me like a good little girl?"

"Yes, sir." Jesse crawls to the wall and bends. She clenches her teeth around the middle of the wooden bar and picks it up. She turns carefully and crawls over to the pillory where Eric stands.

Eric reaches down and plucks the bar from Jesse's teeth. "Good girl. Now sit."

Jesse sits and watches with concern as Eric kneels and attaches the manacles of the spreader bar to Nicole's ankles. Nicole is now bent over at the waist with her neck and wrists through the holes of the pillory and her legs **** apart by the bar.

Eric steps back to admire his handiwork. "That's all for now, boys. Wait outside, will you?"

The guards nod and leaves the room. The heavy door hisses shut behind them.

"It's just the three of us now," Eric says. "Now what else have I got for you, missy?"

Eric reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of scissors. "What could these be for?" he asks rhetorically. Eric slides the scissors into Nicole's cleavage and starts hacking away at her shirt. The fabric falls apart and he cuts down the center.

Nicole shakes her head and tries to move as she feels what Eric is doing. "Stop it," she says.

"I wouldn't move too much if I were you," Eric advises, "These scissors are sharp and I'd hate to nick anything."

Nicole stops struggling and waits tensely as Eric continues cutting through her clothes.

Eric finishes cutting off Nicole's shirt and bra. He throws the mutilated garments to the floor. "You won't be needing those anymore," he says. And then he starts on her skirt. The fabric of her skirt is tougher, but Eric manages to cut through it. He pulls the skirt away and reveals her underwear, a thong that rides up her ass.

Eric slips his finger under the fabric and stretches it away from Nicole. "A thong? Did you know your sister was such a slut, Jesse?"

"No, sir," Jesse says from her stationary position on the floor.

Eric cuts the thong away and throws it to the ground with the rest of Nicole's clothes. Eric steps back to admire Nicole's body. She has the tight body of a girl in shape and her arms look strong. Her breasts are small but well-shaped and perky. Eric does a doubletake when his eyes follow the curve of her stomach to her pubic mound. "Shaved? She really is a slut, isn't she?"

"Yes, sir," Jesse answers.

Nicole's face turns beet red at the humiliation.