Free Shameful Reckonings by S. J. Lewis Page B

chuckled. “Good Gia.” She stood still as he buckled a black leather collar around her neck and clipped a leash to it. As he was doing that, she took a quick, furtive look around. There were only two of the oriental women still in the room. They were curled up asleep on separate couches. There was no sign of Tana.
    “Come along,” her trainer said as he gave her leash a couple of sharp tugs. Gia knew better by now than to resist. She followed him out of the doorway, past the two guards, and down the corridor. She tensed up when they came to the chamber where she’d been videotaped earlier. One of the oriental women was already there, kneeling on some kind of thin pad that looked like a small gym mat. She was bent over and sobbing. Gia noticed that her hands were secured behind her with wide leather cuffs. The two cameramen were there also, as well as a swarthy, muscular bald man. She had a sudden sinking feeling.
    “Over here,” her trainer told her, jerking her leash again. Gia stumbled after him, past the sobbing woman, dreading whatever was to come. The bald man began buckling another pair of leather cuffs on her wrists.
    “What…” Gia began. Her trainer slapped her as if he was striking a misbehaving dog.
    “Shut up,” he ordered. “Keep quiet.”
    The cuffs felt tight around her wrists. Gia stood shuddering as the bald man clipped them together in front of her and then lifted her arms up over her head and clipped them to a chain dangling down from the ceiling. Gia found herself standing almost on tiptoe. Her trainer stood in front of her and took hold of her chin.
    “Now we see how you perform, bitch,” he said. “It’s best if you don’t fight it.”
    Fight what? Gia looked around, nearly panicking, as she tried to see what ‘it’ might be. Her trainer stepped away from her, and then she saw the bald man coming back at her with a big vibrator in his hand. It was shaped like an oversized cock.
    “No!” Gia shrieked. She tried to back away from this new torment, but it was impossible. She managed to get perhaps half a step before she found herself completely on her toes and unable to go any further. Then there was a sharp ‘crack!’ and something stung her ass. She yelped in pain.
    “Get back in place, bitch,” she heard her trainer order, “or you’ll get worse.”
    Gia slowly edged back to her original position. At least she didn’t cry. The bald man grinned nastily and held the vibrator up inches from her nose and switched it on. Gia flinched at the sudden low buzzing noise and almost started to back away again until she remembered how much that would hurt. She saw the cameramen moving into positions to film her latest humiliation and closed her eyes. She immediately felt the tip of the vibrator pressed against her lips.
    “Make love to it, Gia,” her trainer ordered. “Open your mouth.”
    She opened her mouth, but kept her eyes closed. The vibrator tickled her tongue and felt unpleasant whenever it touched her teeth. She felt it being pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth and braced herself for when it would make her gag. But the bald man never pushed it in deep enough for that. Instead he began sliding it slowly in and out, in and out. Gia kept her eyes closed through all of it.
    When she began to drool, the bald man pulled it completely out of her mouth and applied the tip to her nipple. Gia squealed and her eyes flew open. She looked down, shivering and shuddering. She’d never felt anything like this new sensation before. It was maddening, almost unbearable, somewhere between torture and pleasure. She saw her nipple quickly swell from the mechanical stimulation, and then the sensation went straight into full torture mode. She tried to stay quiet, and couldn’t. She tilted her head back and yowled in complaint, shaking her body as if she was trying to shake off a fly. The men just laughed. The bald man switched briefly to her other nipple while he took the swollen one into his