Chapter Three
Genital Gymnastics
Two men wearing nothing more than sinister black leather hoods and black leather belts marched up beside me. They removed my shoes, then released my straps and cuffs. One man handcuffed my wrists behind me and lifted me out of the chair to stand on my wobbly legs. The other spoke politely, but firmly.
“Good evening, Miss 1247. We will escort you to your owner’s chamber. You must come with us.”
I stumbled along, trying to keep up with their pace as they half-walked, half-carried me along. The other naked women were being escorted out also, each one led along by a pair of hooded men. I saw Laura being escorted through a door in the opposite wall. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her lips spread open in a dazed smile. The men herded her through the d
