Give her a choice...

"Here Marcy!"

Mr. Lash turned to the door and in staggered another of his unfortunate victims. The girl was caucasian and blonde, but beyond that Britney couldn't tell. Leather straps encircling her body were her only clothing. The straps bound her arms tightly behind her, and another circling her head served as a blind fold. Another strap immediately below held a ring gag in place, the metal loop covered with leather to protect her teeth. Mr. Lash pulled the strap covering her nipples down below her breasts, forcing them up at a painful angle.

Britney looked from her to him. She felt sorry for the poor girl, but she knew that Lash was going to use her against her somehow.

"That pacifier you like so much is a cursed object m'dear. It bestows compulsive suckling on it's wearer. The curse lasts as long as the pacifier is used, so if we were to take it out now, you'd be sucking these tits for five minutes or so."

Britney's thick lips sucked on below her worried eyes.

"Do you want to get started, or should I leave that in your mouth for a week. You two would REALLY get acquainted then."

Britney shook her head and backed away.

"Don't worry. We can have other fun in the meantime. That diaper, for instance, is also cursed. Guess what it does..."

As he said this Britney felt the ridiculous padded thing encasing her sex tingle strangely. A pressure was exerted on her bladder. It was going to make her piss herself! She clenched as best she could, but knew deep down that she couldn't beat it's power.

"But no, not yet," Mr. Lash grinned. The tingle faded away. "Unless you like that idea?"

The tingle came back. Britney fought not to let go. She shook her head and moaned.

"What do you say, baby. Tits or piss? HAHAHAHAHAH!"