the punishment room

Lauren led the crew into the 'punishment room'. Everyone else followed reluctantly, then stopped at the doorway. Lauren eyed the room. Though dusty and dimly lit by their flood beams and flashlights, the dust covered room fit the name. Lining the wall was a row of paddles of varying sizes and designs. The next wall had a rack of various sized whips and riding crops. In the corner was some kind device to get strapped to, where the victim's limbs would be pulled down, their backside sticking out. There was a desk, though even this had several implements of **** upon it. Then there was a chair, also with black old leather straps to restrain whoever sat in it.

"Quite the S and M dungeon here." Lauren commented, trying to be witty for the cameras. "Let me guess Liz, this is where you keep all your secret toys?" Liz blushed at the comment, eyes narrowing.

"No, these all belonged to Charlotte." Liz explained. "She would use these on the children. She was a very sick woman."

"Right, right." Lauren brushed off Liz's comments. "I bet you bought all these decorations at the nearest sex shop, then let them sit for a week to get nice and dusty."

"Uh, these look like they've been here for more then a week." Frank pointed out. It was true, by the dust and decay this stuff had probably sat for years.

"Whatever." Lauren said. "It will make a good backdrop, perverts love this bondage stuff. Lauren strutted over, examining the wall of whips.

"Be careful!" Liz shrieked. "I feel the presence!"

"Don't be ridiculous..." Lauren scoffed...