the day ends

Holly watched her friend Bridget writhe on her double sybian chair. She knew that Bridget must have pressed her own button, and Kendra must have pressed the Bridget button on her chair. "Stupid bitch!" Holly said as she watched Kendra sit nervously in her easy chair.

Kendra felt guilty as she watched Bridget.

Bridget was in agony. The pain was intense up her ass, she had thrown up the semen, which only went into her mouth and the tube then back down her throat, and she was near complete exhaustion. By the end of the 2nd hour, she was slumped over.

Two masked men came in and freed Holly. They shackled her and left the o-ring gag in. They removed the tube and pointed to a shower stall behind the chair. The stall had a shower head coming down from the ceiling and rings on the wall at waist and ankle level. Holly, having to walk gingerly because of the soreness in her ass and pussy, went to shower. There was body wash and shampoo, and she washed for a long time. She found three small hand towels, too small to wrap around her, to dry with. She held one over her pussy. The two men had wheeled in a cot with a pillow but no blanket or sheet and a table with ice water and fruit on it. The men removed her gag and told her not to make a lot of noise or suffer.

Kendra received the same type of cot.

Bridget was so exhausted and sore, the two men had to lift her off of the chair and carry her to the shower. She had to lean against the shower stall. The water helped refresh her a bit. She stumbled to her cot and collapsed.

Holly and Kendra sat naked on their beds and wondered what was next. They could not tell what time of day it was, and neither could sleep.

Bridget woke up some time later still sore. She found th water and fruit and ate and drank hungrily. A voice came back on.