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Stressed
by Jasper

She had stood like this for some time, her legs and arms pulled wide apart by the steel wires attached to
the bright metal cuffs encircling her wrists and ankles. It was neither a comfortable nor an elegant position
to be in. To make matters worse an extra set of cuffs fixed just above her knees pulled them apart still
further never letting her forget for an instant quite how vulnerable she was. She did not need to imagine
what she looked like, she knew. They had placed a mirror on the wall in front of her so that she was forced
to watch her own humiliation.

A steel band locked around her waist is chained front and back to a thin padded leather seat nestling
between her legs, a metal pole rises vertically from the floor until it meets the underside of the seat. The
seat was no more than a curved tube padded and covered in leather. What the casual observer would not
notice, but was all too apparent to the girl was that attached to the seat and buried deep inside of her was a
large dildo and a butt plug. Both of which had suddenly come to life.

This seat was now the centre of her attention and the source of her current difficulties. Until 5 minutes ago
the seat had conformably supported the weight of her body but now what ever had supported the pole had
been removed. She was forced to support the whole weight of her body on her splayed and bent legs. She
had little choice in this matter her hair had been braided in to a chain hanging from the ceiling which meant
that if she tried to lower her body she would hang from her own hair. She could not rise either, she was
chained to the seat and whatever support had been removed from the pole it still prevented the seat from
rising above its original position. She had two choices, either let herself drop until she hung from her own
hair or to try to make her legs, which were bent at the knees support her body weight.

She knew the score, this was the third time this had happened. Behind the gag she cried to herself at the
humiliation of what was being do to her. She would be forced to endure this torment until the devices in her
had brought her to a screaming orgasm and then and only then would the seat once again support her
exhausted body.

She heard the door behind her open. Through the mirror she saw a man and a woman enter and as she
did a complex mix of emotions, desire, shame, lust, humiliation washed over her. They would be both
witnesses and participants to the sexual torment that she was being put through. If she could have she
would have begged to be spared this torment but the large ball gag forced into her mouth, extending her
jaws and filling completely the space in-between, made all communication impossible. But even if she
could beg what would be the use, these people had no more ability to release her than she did. The cuffs
were not held around her wrists by buckles and spring clips but by locks which required a key to release
them and the only person who possessed the key was not in the room. The onlookers could be passive
observers or take an active part in her humiliation. The one thing they could not do was prevent it.

The last couple had been gentle with her, they had helped support her weight, stroking and caressing her.
After she came they were so turned on by what they saw that they made love to each other in the room
behind her. She could not see them but her their breathing and the moans of the woman as she orgasmed.

As the man and woman walked towards her she felt the uncontrollable desire once again take hold of her.
Behind the gag she let out a moan of pure need as she watched the woman pickup a whip from the table.