Fight back.

As much as she was exhausted, Jen was not going to surrender just like that. The maids only really had two pairs of arms for reaching and only one pair of hands for catching.

"Why did you run away from us? We had a lot of fun!" — Tiffany said.

"Not done running." — Jen answered and threw herself out of the pool and onto the opposite side from her pursuers.

"Oh noes. Do you not know this resistance is only going to get you punished harder?" — The blonde rambled while Aisha slowly approached her.

Jen suddenly sprung sidewards and tried to get around the slide to have a shot at breaking through the door guardian, but instantly slipped on a plastic ball and fell onto her back. That instantly shook this last surge of adrenaline out of her system, and all she could do was groan as the three gathered around her.

"You are sentenced to long-term correction. Thankfully, we don't need to carry you too far, the Builder's Kit in this room has enough materials to construct a facility ourselves." — Aisha said through her shining teeth.

"You mean 'by yourself', right?" — Tiffany raised her brow. — "We'll keep an eye on the fugitive. She's been a naughty, naughty girl."

Jen tried to turn over, but was pushed back by a pink pointy shoe. She was not making sounds, just breathing heavily. Not even enough strength to stay awake.

***

The stretching pain in her thighs woke her up. She tried to get her legs together, but the relief was very limited because her ankles were clearly bound to something that **** them into split position. Jen opened her eyes, but did not see. Jen tried to scream, but could not open her mouth. Jen tried to get her strained arms from behind her, but the restricting metal was everywhere.

"Don't worry. She's a gym girl. She'll get used quickly. Oh whoops, clumsy me."

Suddenly, Jen squealed as she felt like she was falling over, but that did not last long as the wooden plank hit the floor.

"Oh, you're awake now. We built a lil' teeter-totter, put a pole into it and attached you to it securely." — Tiffany's voice was muffled, but still audible through the helmet. — "Be sure to write us a letter when you've learned your lesson! Then we'll consider letting you out!"

"Don't forget the stamp." — Aisha added.

Jen realized that her immoblity meant there was no chance of unlocking herself from the punishment device and yelled as loud as she could with her mouth **** shut by the tight metal grip. The girl kept letting her rage out until she heard a door shut. She was alone. Her pretty stiletto boots were shackled to the teeter-totter, and all she could do was tilt it from one side to another. The armbinder was integrated into the pole, making her an inseparable part of the attraction. And, as if she was not lonely enough in the room, its bright colors were also taken away from her by the relentless helmet.

*bang*

*bang*

Jen did not feel like she was learning obedience. More like going crazy. How crazy? Well, someone could measure that after releasing her. But that was not coming soon, not at all.

"Useless."

ENDING #42