The device around her head held it immobile and no side turning or up and down movement was possible. Inside each nostril was some sort of plug that allowed her to breathe more efficiently. She felt like each nostril was stretched so that the airflow would be greater.
“Ah, Ms. Gregory, you’re awake. How nice,” the voice said quietly in her head. There were tiny ear buds, like those you get with personal cassette players, in her sealed ears and the voice came through as though it originated in her head. As she strained to hear, she could make out the very faint hiss of the carrier wave and she jerked involuntarily in her suspension as the voice continued. “You look wonderful, hanging there in your new leather outfit, Marsha. How does it feel? How’s your tight little asshole like its new te
