Defy Her Orders

Nothing has changed, as far as you’re concerned. You’ve made peace with the fact that there will be no happy ending for you in this place. Your stomach growls with **** need as you look over at the Mistress’s grimacing visage.

Gagged as you are, you can’t exactly offer up a snide remark. You simply stare back at her with hateful, defiant eyes, awaiting your next humiliation.

She glowers down at you for several moments before snapping her fingers. “Very well. I’ve been meaning to try out this new invention of mine. I think you’ll be the perfect fit.”

She grins at you with wild, wicked eyes as a second pair of guards enter into view, wheeling with them a large, rectangular box. They haul the object into the center of the room with hefty effort, before thanklessly taking their leave.

“I don’t suppose you’d willingly strap yourself in?” She leers at you with a mocking disposition. You shake your head slightly in self-righteous response.