“This tube,” said Hoyt and she adjusted the next part of the gag, “is how you eat and drink. Don’t get it clogged up or you may starve. Don’t inhale through it or you may choke. Understand, Sow?”
The tired little head nodded, still perched on the anvil top. Hoyt now placed a hinged metal band around the girl’s head, locking the front into a fitting around the gag tube. The band had a simple hasp at the back and this locked with a padlock, tightly sealing the gag into Amy’s stretched little mouth.
“From now on, there’ll be no talking, eh Marcy,” Hoyt said as she checked the padlock and nodded towards Neidler who spread her legs a bit wider on the desk and watched the scene with interest.
“Bring her here,” Neidler said, pushing the chair back and moving her legs off the desk. “Fit her wit
