by Van © 2025
		Chapter 8

Kim eventually realized where they were heading.  The "special classroom" Jane had mentioned back in the Mani/Pedi Room was actually one of the Boot Camp's storerooms.  Specifically, it was their least cluttered and most underutilized storeroom.  Jane unlocked and opened its double doors.  Then, with the smiling assistance of Jo, she herded the naked, elaborately box-tied (with kinky crotch-harnesses), obedience-collared, and tape-gagged (with tongue-trapping and bite-protecting silicon-rubber gobstoppers) clients (and Kim), across the threshold, and into the space beyond.  Jane then closed and locked the doors behind them.  Thud!  Click!

Just as Kim remembered, the room was modestly expansive with the same concrete floor, walls, and ceiling found in the rest of the Boot Camp spaces.  As in some of the other chambers, a rectangular steel framework was solidly mounted to the ceiling.  It supported several small spotlights and this one included four hefty steel clamps, each supporting a modest length of stout steel chain terminating in a steel ring.  The dangling rings were dangling about seven feet off the floor and spaced about three feet apart on the left side of the chamber.  Kim was glad she hadn't been the one tasked with doing that particular job of rigging.  She hated going up and down ladders and working over her head.

Kim noted that the sparse clutter of cardboard boxes and plastic bins that had been present the last time she'd visited the space had been either disposed of or relocated.  Also, a pair of black nylon duffel-bags, the kind the staff used to transport the school's damsel binding materials, were resting on the floor to the right of the doors.  In addition, the floor had been swept and quite possibly possibly mopped.  They always kept their facilities clean, but the storeroom had recently received special attention.

Finally (and probably most importantly), something vaguely rectangular, bulky, and completely unknown had been added to the decor.  It rested on the floor, more-or-less in the center of the chamber, and was unknown by virtue of its being totally concealed under a royal blue drop cloth.  Kim had absolutely zero idea what was under the shroud, but she noted Jane and Jo weren't in any way surprised by its presence.  Other than stepping around it when needed, they were ignoring it completely.  Obviously, whatever the thing might be, had been put in place after Kim's change in status from staff member to much-put-upon, naked, bound, shock-collared, and sometimes gagged prank victim.

Meanwhile, Holly, Mattie, and Jess had also been busy taking in the scene, including the whatever-it-was under the blue cloth.  Their initial surveys completed, the naked, bound, gagged, and collared damsels shifted their collective attention to Jane and Jo.

The clients' (and Kim's) instructors/riggers/handlers had retrieved the pair of duffel-bags, toted them to the vicinity of the dangling chains and hovering rings, dropped them to the floor, and were now smiling at their clients (and Kim).  It was obvious what was coming next.  The naked, bound, gagged, and shock-collared quartet exchanged a few tragic seconds of mutual commiseration... then heaved silent gagged sighs and begrudgingly padded towards Jane and Jo without waiting for orders.  Soon... all too soon... the clients (and Kim) were standing in a pitiful and apprehensive row directly under the rings.  The naked, bound, gagged, and shock-collared damsel sequence was, from left to right: Mattie... Jess... Kim... and finally Holly.

Jane and Jo unzipped their duffels and produced—big surprise!—multiple neatly bundled coils of conditioned hemp rope of the same variety comprising the clients' (and Kim's) box-tie-bonds.  The helpless damsels watched as their captors started tossing the bundles into haphazard piles around their their bare feet.

This time Jane and Jo started with Kim, but not before Jane leaned close and whispered in her former colleague and current "victim's" right ear.

"We're up against a bit of a time crunch here, Kimmie," she whispered, "so do us all a favor and stifle the pointless resistance.  Entertaining as it might be, we're don't have the time right now."

Kim glared at her smiling colleague for a few heartbeats... heaved another tape-gagged and silent sigh... then nodded.  At least for now she'd decided to acquiesce to her colleague's request and forego struggling and trying to impede whatever Jane and Jo were about to do to her.  It was a matter of professional courtesy as Jane had asked politely.  Also, although Jane and Jo were smiling, they weren't overtly gloating (much).

Kim realized that Jess had overheard Jane's whispered request (and possibly Mattie and Holly as well) and the gorgeous little Latina was smiling an adorable (and infuriating) tape-gagged smile.

Kim glowered back in return.  I'll deal with you later, she mentally promised, then faced front, stood perfectly still, and directed her angry stare at the theoretical horizon.

Jane and Jo selected and prepared coils of conditioned hemp for use with swift, deft, practiced precision... then set to work.

Holly, Mattie, and Jess (her gagged smiles having quickly faded) watched with wide-eyed interest (self interest as it was a safe bet they would be going next) as the riggers did their thing and greatly enhanced the bondage imprisoning the petite little flaxen-haired hottie who was now their fellow student.

It took a while... but eventually Kim was tightly and elaborately bound from her ankles all the way up to her shoulders.  To elaborate, Kim's legs were bound together at her ankles, mid-lower-legs, below her knees, above her knees, and at her mid-thighs.  Kim's near-reverse-prayer-box-tie-with-intrusive-crotch-harness hadn't been changed.  And then, a manifestly superfluous and totally unnecesary diamond-hitch or kikkou harness was added, expertly and elegantly integrated into her other bonds!  A plethoric plentitude of neat, tight, taut rope strands (with periodic hitches linking everything together) was on restrictive display.  That said, most of Kim's skin remained fully visible.  Kim was symmetrically and elegantly bound in a tight matrix of hemp, but she was not a rope-mummy.

Finally, a vertical column of multiple rope strands linked the rear nexus of Kim's box-tie to the steel ring directly over her head, and the strands were repeatedly and tightly wrapped, leaving the final knot several inches above Kim's gagged head up near the ring and far away from the glowering blonde's fluttering and groping fingers.  She was standing flat on her bare feet, for which Kim was quite grateful, but perhaps as much as a quarter of her weight was being carried by the taut vertical ropes.  Technically, Kim was in a semi-suspension.

The binding complete, Kim executed her Courtesy Struggle.  Although she tried not to show it, she was quite impressed with Jane and Jo's artistry.  A Courtesy Struggle was the least she could do.  That said, she did not stop glowering/scowling into the distance.

Resplendent in their skimpy spandex exercise togs, their arms crossed under their sports-bra-cupped breasts and bare feet apart, Jane and Jo beamed with pride and watched as Kim demonstrated that there was exactly zero probability of her freeing herself from their hemp masterpiece.

Holly, Mattie, and Jess blinked their big brown eyes in gagged amazement (and dread) as they also watched Kim's detailed demonstration of her complete helplessness.

Finally, Kim ceased her struggles and heaved a silent and gagged sigh.  It was her turn to watch as her fellow damsels became the objects of Jane and Jo's expert attention.

Holly was next... followed by Jess... and finally Mattie.

Now, all three clients (and Kim) were identically and elaborately bound, as well as vertically tethered in place.

The riggers grinned and watched as Mattie, their final masterpiece, executed her totally futile Courtesy Struggle... then returned the remaining bundles of coiled hemp to the duffel-bags, zipped them closed, and returned them to their former side-by-side positions near the double doors.

Jo smiled, waved, opened said double doors, and stepped into the hallway.  Jane followed, but paused in the threshold to smile and wave.  "Wait here," she purred, took a step back, and closed and locked the doors.

Thud!  Click!

Hilarious! Kim silently fumed, scowling at the closed doors.  'Wait here.'  That should be banned.  All gloating clichés should be banned.

Holly, Jess, and Mattie also stared at the doors, but they didn't appear to be scowling.

Then, all four very helpless damsels turned their attention to the center of the room and whatever-it-was that was still completely shrouded under the big blue cloth.  All they could do was stand (semi-dangle?) in a line and wait... and hope whatever was under the cloth wasn't a sadistic torture-device that at some point in their immediate future was going to come to mechanical life, shrug off its blue cover, and do unspeakable things to them.

Kim waited... naked, tightly and inescapably bound with conditioned hemp rope from her shoulders to her ankles, tape-gagged with a red silicon-rubber tongue-trapping and bite-protecting gobstopper filling her mouth, the shock-collar still locked around her neck and ready to zap her throat if she tried making any gag-noises, and tethered in place by the vertical ropes linking her to the steel ring, dangling chain, and thus to the hefty steel framework overhead.  Now and then she squirmed in her tight web of hemp ropes, shrugged her rope-yoked shoulders, and silently heaved the occasional tape-gagged sigh.  It was something to do... but mostly she waited.

Kim remained number three in the row of identically bound, gagged, and obedience-collar-wearing damsels... or number two if a hypothetical observer decided to go right-to-left instead of left-to-right.  It had been at least half an hour since Jane and Jo had abandoned their clients (and Kim) to their shared fates... and oh-by-the-way, Kim was furious (meaning she remained furious).

Jane.  I'll get you for this! Kim silently fumed.  Jane had conned her into cooperating with the rigging of her current over-the-top bondage, pleading that they were behind schedule... and Kim had fallen for it!  Granted, she could have wiggled and kicked and fought like a proverbial wildcat and her fellow staff members would still have had their expert way with her naked body.  The most she could have accomplished would be to delay the final outcome by something like... three, possibly four minutes?  Probably not even that, but it was the principle of the thing.  Kim had given them their three minutes... and now she'd been languishing third in line for at least forty five minutes... going on a full hour!  Jane had played her, without a doubt, and Jo had gone along with it!  You will pay! Kim mentally promised.  You will both pay!

Suddenly, the double doors of the "Special Classroom"/storeroom/languishing-parlor were unlocked—Click!—they opened, and two beautiful blondes padded into the chamber.

The blonde in the lead was beautiful and petite, and was none other that the wicked-witch Becky Bynder, Kim's maternal unit.  Smiling her usual sinister-but-adorable dimpled smile, her athletic little body resplendent in a black-with-royal-blue-accents variant of the staff uniform, spandex shorts and a matching sports bra.  Her flaxen locks were loose about her shoulders and (as usual) her feet were bare.

The blonde padding behind Becky was several inches taller.  In fact, she was downright statuesque in direct comparison, and she was—

Mattie, Jess, Kim, and Holly froze in their bonds!  Their brown, brown, blue, and brown eyes (respectively) were at to maximum width above their tape-gags, and they just managed to remember they were also wearing energized obedience collars and therefore didn't zap themselves by attempting to scream through their gags!

The second blonde was none other than Tori Fleet, quite possibly the most famous, admired, adored, (and lusted after) singer/songwriter/musician/actress/producer on the planet!  She'd just finished a three year global concert tour that had been universally acclaimed and had generated several billion $US in ticket sales, and had just released yet another self-produced album of new songs.  Tori was THE IT GIRL as far as her millions (if not billions) of screaming fans were concerned!

Yes!  That Tori Fleet!

Oh-by-the-way... at the moment Tori was naked!  She was also in-her-birthday-suit, nude, and not-wearing-any-clothes!  Her slender, curvaceous, tall, trim, fit, smooth, firm, athletic, and arguably perfect body was on full display!  Her straight blonde hair (with bangs) was loose about her shoulders.

And oh-by-the-way, Kim was in no way surprised to see that Tori hadn't changed her hairstyle since the last time Kim had had a chance to check her social media.  Of course, if Tori Fleet had cut her dark-blonde tresses or otherwise radically altered her coif it would have been the number one news story worldwide for days!  And when the news broke, Jane and Jo would have barged into whatever cell/classroom Kim was languishing in whatever over-the-top bondage they'd inflicted on her to tell her, and they would have brought their phones, with pictures!

Also oh-by-the-way, Tori's hands were behind her back and a rope leash was knotted around her perfect neck with its far end clutched in her Mother's left hand.  As the tiny and tall blondes padded further into the room and Tori turned to look around, Kim was able to confirm what she'd immediately suspected: Tori's wrists were crossed and expertly bound with thin hemp rope!

Tori Fleet was Becky Bynder's prisoner (!!)—and while that was manifestly the case, the mega-super-star didn't seem to be at all upset by her status.  Smiling her crowd-winning smile and her gorgeous blue eyes sparkling, Tori looked from face to face down the row of naked, much-more-elaborately-bound, gagged, collared, and semi-dangling prisoners... and Kim noted that their new, unexpected, and phenomenally gorgeous captive fellow blonde was by all appearances totally unfazed and unconcerned by the naked and bound condition condition of everybody in the room who wasn't Becky Bynder.

Also, Kim noted that while Tori was wearing makeup, it wasn't the full makeup expected for one of her concert appearances.  It was normal walking-around makeup.  Her eyeliner had her trademark feline "kitten-flip," and her lips were glossed in a not overpowering shade of red.  Tori was the paragon of beauty!

Okay, that was a bit much, but Kim was finding it very hard not to go full naked, bound, and gagged fan-girl, hop up and down in her stringent neck-to-toe bondage, and squeal through her gag, shock-collar be damned!  Her heart was tripping like a hammer and her rope-framed breasts heaving as she panted through her flaring nostrils.  She noted that her fellow naked, bound, gagged, collared, and vertically tethered prisoners were exhibiting similar reactions.

Meanwhile, Becky had led her ultra-famous and absolutely gorgeous captive further into the chamber, carefully avoiding the blue-shrouded whatever-it-was, then stopped directly in front of the naked, stringently bound, gagged, shock-collared, and wide-eyed clients (and Kim).

Becky presented Holly with a graceful flip of her right wrist.  "Allow me to introduce—"

"Holly!" Tori squealed, took a step forward, and kissed Holly on her slightly sweaty forehead.  "It's so good to see you again."  She turned to Becky.  "When Holly was a teenager she was in the music video for my song Frenemies."  She turned back to Holly.  "She was adorable.  Everybody on the set loved her."

Holly blinked and smiled above her tape-gag in reaction.  Kim noted that the client's boobs were bobbing a little as she breathed.

Tori took a step to her left and directed the radiant power of her smile at Kim.  Gulp!

"And this is my daughter Kimberly," Becky stated.

Kim's heart continued pounding, she held her breath, and blinked her big blue eyes.  Yes-yes-Kimberly!  I'm Kimberly!  She would have squealed if she wasn't gagged.  Actually, it was probably a good thing Kim had stopped breathing as otherwise she almost certainly have triggered her shock-collar.

"Hello, Kim," Tori said, focusing the full power of her dazzling smile on Kim.  "I loved you in Sleepover Slaughter-III."

Kim blinked rapidly... seven times.  She liked my slasher movie!  She liked my slasher movie!

Becky leaned close and whispered in her daughter's left ear.  "Breathe, darling."

Kim did so, panting through her nostrils.  She hadn't noticed that she'd been in danger of passing out, which would have been embarrassing.

Tori leaned close and kissed Kim's forehead, as she had with Holly.  Kim blushed.  Either that or she was flushed from her near-fainting experience.

Meanwhile, Tori had taken another step to her left and was smiling down at Jess.

"Jessica Flores," Tori purred.  "I love your Netflix series!  Will you start filming the new season after you've complete your current project?"

Her big brown eyes unusually big (and adorable) Jess nodded rather frantically (and adorably).

"Excellent," Tori chuckled as she leaned close and kissed Jess's forehead... then sidestepped (side-padded?) in front of Mattie Greene.

"Mattie!" Tori beamed.  "I absolutely adore your HBO and Netflix series, as well as those kaiju monster movies you were in."  Mattie received a forehead kiss as well, then Tori smiled at Becky.

"Well," Kim's paternal unit said with a dimpled smile, "obviously introductions weren't necessary.  We might was well move on to the main event."  She turned and padded towards the blue-shrouded rectangular whatever-it-was.

Tori's leash drew taut so she had no choice but to follow.  As her back (butt, thighs, etc.) were now facing the naked, bound, gagged, collared, and vertically tethered clients (and Kim), could now confirm that Tori's wrists were indeed crossed and inescapably bound behind her back with thin hemp rope (and resting against her exquisitely firm and perfect buttocks), not that there had been any real question (about either her wrist bondage or the status of her tookus).

Anyway, Becky took hold of the royal-blue cloth, pulled it aside with a flourish, wadded it up, and tossed into a corner, thus revealing...

The clients (and Kim) still didn't know exactly what they were looking at.  It was vaguely rectangular (which they'd known even when it was covered), and was an assemblage of hefty steel rods, gears, motors, and other metallic technological and mechanical thingamabobs, all in a dully gleaming shade of gunmetal gray.  There were also variously sized and somewhat narrow rectangular pads on its upper surface, and they were all the same gunmetal color as the steel components.

Anyway, it was some sort of machine... obviously... but a machine to do what exactly?

After a allowing few seconds to let her clients (and Kim) visually inspect the complex dark gray steel and padded whatever-it-was... Becky reached down and plucked a small tablet computer from a recharging bracket built into the machine, repeatedly tapped and slid her finger across the screen, negotiating her way through what was probably a series of menus... then smiled at her captive audience and gave the screen a final stab.

A quiet hum sounded and simultaneously the machine came to life!  Dark, gleaming gears and screws turned, rods extended or shortened, and various parts of the device pivoted and spread apart.  Over the course of several grinding seconds, the former rectangle took the shape of... a gunmetal gingerbread man?  The padding had a headrest, a body/torso section, two full-length armrests extending ninety degrees to either side, and a pair of full-length leg-sections diagonally spread about forty-five degrees apart.  Also, the padding was sculpted to cushion the form of a hypothetical reclined human subject.  When folded, the shape of the contours hadn't been clear.  Now, when unfolded, they were.

Becky returned the control tablet to its recharging bracket then smiled at Tori.  "Are you ready?"

Tori, still smiling (and still naked, bound, and on a rope leash), nodded at the table/framework/machine... then at her captive audience.  "Aren't you going to explain what's happening?" she inquired, obviously for Mattie, Jess, Kim, and Holly's benefit.

"First let's get you comfortable," Becky responded.  "Then I'll give my gloating monologue... like a proper Bond Villain."

Tori's smile widened (sending a thrill up the spines of her naked, bound, gagged, shock-collared, and vertically semi-suspended audience).  "Okay."  She spun on her bare heels and presented her bound wrists to her hostess and captor.

Becky untied Tori's wrists, removed her rope leash, tossed the ropes aside, then helped the now totally nude superstar recline on the thingamabob's padding.  And then, The True Binding of Tori Fleet commenced!

Kim (and she assumed her fellow naked, super-rope-bound, gagged, and collared prisoners) had barely had time to drink in the basic nature of the framework, and the presence of Tori Fleet (especially a totally naked Tori Fleet) lying atop said framework was a significant distraction.  Anyway. there were elongated things built into the ends of the arm sections.  Becky swung then open on heavy-duty hinges, first on the left... then the right, revealing that they were essentially steel (or possibly sturdy plastic) arm casts, hollow on the inside and padded with medium density gray foam.  Tori reached out and closed her fingers around padded grips crossing the hand regions of the cavities and Mom (Becky-the-Bitch) swung the tops closed, tightly encasing Tori's hands, wrists, and forearms.  The cast-cuffs (Kim had decided to dub the things "cast-cuffs") locked with authoritative clicks and were quite obviously rigidly and fully integrated into the table/framework.  Tori tugged on the things and they didn't move at all.

Tori's encased hands, wrists, and forearms were now one with the framework.

Next, Becky padded around the framework, unreeling braided nylon straps from concealed spring-loaded housings as she went and locking their metal end-tabs into slots on the opposite side of the pads' margins, binding Tori's ankles, lower thighs (just above her knees), upper thighs (just below her hoo-haw), upper chest (just above her pert, perfect, incredibly attractive breasts), and upper arms in place.

Tori Fleet as a whole was now one with the framework.

Obviously, the time had come for Tori to execute her Courtesy Struggle and she did so without prompting.  The spreadeagled superstar wiggled and squirmed and tugged on her cast-cuff-encased hands, wrists, and forearms, as well as the nylon straps.  The restraints and the table/framework in general ignored her efforts.  Nothing shook, rattled, or creaked in response to her vigorous efforts and the straps were tight enough to slightly dimple her tan flesh.

Tori Fleet was one seriously helpless and well-restrained naked-gingerbread-lady.  Kim was impressed... and she was an expert with respect to bound and gagged naked damsels.  Whoever had designed and built the gunmetal table/framework system had certainly done a bang-up job.

The only thing missing was a gag, and Kim's Mother rectified that oversight by opening a drawer in the base of the device and lifting out a roll of Microfoam tape and a pair of stainless steel bandage scissors.  Smiling broadly (of course) she stripped a six to seven inch length of tape from the roll, snipped it free with the scissors, then tacked it by one corner to the edge of the table/framework.  Then, smiling her most sinister dimpled smile, Becky reached back into the drawer and produced a bright red, silicon-rubber, tongue-trapping, bite-protecting, and mouth-filling glob.

Tori pouted one of the most profoundly photogenic and heartbreaking tragic moues ever seen on planet earth, then bravely opened her incredible mouth.  Becky deftly and expertly slid the glob inside, giving it a wiggle and a shake to make sure it was in perfect position, then retrieved the strip of tape, stretched it between her two hands, and pressed it home.

The result was as sublime an example of the tape-gag as Kim had ever seen.  Of course, the tautly stretched, tightly adhesive, off-white rectangle involved was revealing the three-dimensional shape of the lips and mouth of Tori Fleet, so how could it not be sublime?

Tori took the occasion to execute a second Courtesy struggle, this time with vocal commentary.  "Mrrrmpfh!"

Kim found herself blinking again.  Tori's smooth, firm, incredibly fit and curvaceous body was providing something of an anatomy lesson as her muscles slid under her richly tanned skin.  Her boobs wobbled and oscillated as she tugged on her arm-bonds.  Also, the placement of the framework's straps allowed just enough "freedom" for Tori to undulate her entire torso as she struggled, twisted, and squirmed in a highly interesting manner... and were Tori's nipples pointing?  Kim believed they were... probably.  It was all very instructive.

Meanwhile, Mother Dearest had returned to the drawer and produced a brush and comb set.  She then padded to the head of the table/framework and proceeded to groom Tori's long, straight, honey-blonde hair (with bangs).  Tori heaved a tape-gagged sigh—"Mrrrm"—then cooperated by ceasing her manifestly futile struggles.

"Now, where were we?" Becky purred as she gently dragged the brush through Tori's gleaming locks.  She was still smiling her trademark dimpled smile.  "Oh yes.  My exposition."

You mean gloating exposition, Kim silently fumed, glaring at her maternal unit.

"I'm sure you're all familiar with the theory that the facial contortions of a damsel being whipped or otherwise tortured are indistinguishable from those of a damsel experiencing a truly satisfying orgasm," Becky stated.  Obviously she was addressing the group as a whole, Tori, her darling daughter, and the unrelated clients.  The flaxen-haired tiny tyrant returned the comb and brush to the drawer, then lifted out a plastic bottle of what appeared to be some sort of... moisturizing lotion?  Kim was pretty sure it was moisturizing lotion.

Kim was also pretty sure about what was going to happen next.  Given an opportunity to give a naked Tori Fleet a restrained and lubricated massage she certainly wouldn't have passed it up.  Kim's blue eyes widened.  Wait!  What did Mom say earlier?  Something about a 'truly satisfying orgasm?!'

"I've always considered the whole orgasm-looks-like-torture thing to be more of a truism than a theory," Becky purred as she anointed her hands with lotion, set the bottle down on the table's framework, and rubbed her fingers and palms together.  "But you know about 'Those Gibson Girls' and their obsession with bondage-method-acting as applied to their new and improved Damsels-in-Distress genre.  She locked eyes with Tori and continued rubbing her hands together.  "After all... that's why we're all here."

Tori blinked her incredible blue eyes (enhanced by her trademark "kitten-flip" eyeliner) and ceased (or possibly paused) her slow, sensuous struggles.

"Anyway," Becky continued as she reached down and began moisturizing Tori's boobs, "The Gibsons are developing a new project with Tori as their main star.  It'll be an Action Adventure slash Science Fiction slash Fantasy slash Space Opera in which Our Heroine here plays a Space Princess slash Secret Agent slash Damsel in Distress; sort of Barbarella meets James Bond by way of Star Wars.  They're hoping it'll be the start of a lucrative franchise."  She enlarged the slow, gliding motion of her glistening fingers and palms to include Tori's chest, ribs, and upper abdomen.

Kim blinked her blue eyes.  A thrill was rippling through her rope cleaved and framed pussy and up her spine.  She stole a glance at her fellow client/observers and noted they were also appeared to be equally interested in what her Mom was doing to Tori.  Also, the captive super-star was doing that undulation thing again.  It was... mesmerizing... for all of them.

Becky continued enlarging the scope of her massage, avoiding Tori's restraints and replenishing the lotion as required.

"It's still in the early stages of preproduction," Becky purred.  "They don't even have a first draft of a script, but it's already been agreed that it'll be the big-screen debut of the Kzinti, and Tori's character will have a big over-the-top show-stopping torture scene before being rescued by an elite, mostly female strike force of the Kzinti Resistance."

Mattie, Jess, Kim, and Holly were turning their tape-gagged heads and blinking at each other.  They seemed to be somewhat confused (as well as naked, bound, gagged, shock-collared, and vertically tethered in place).

Becky had noticed.  "You don't know the Kzinti?  The alien race the Kzinti?"  She shrugged.  "They're bipedal feloids with tawny fur, long tails, and hand-like paws with retractable claws.  Adult males all average something like seven feet in height, are built like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the first Conan movie, and have the heads of lions.  Very dangerous and aggressive, as well as quite handsome.  Adult females, on the other hand, are the height of typical humans and are more like bipedal house cats than lionesses.  Kzinti technology is very advanced, on par with the best in the galaxy."

Becky paused in her massage and frowned.  "I don't remember who invented the Kzinti, but they're featured in several novels and short story anthologies and were in that really old Star Trek cartoon.  Anyway..."  She smiled down at Tori, who blinked her incredible blue eyes in return.  "Anyway, as I said, it's agreed that at some point in the script our Space Princess here will be captured and tortured by the hunky lion-men, then rescued by several sexy cat-women.  It'll be an extended and pivotal scene, so the Gibsons insist that their super-star needs torture training.  I explained that Becky Bynder's Bondage Boot Camp doesn't do torture, but they were very insistent and stated than money would be no object.  So... I promised I'm come up with something."

Apparently satisfied with the moisturized and glistening state of the vast majority of Tori's available anatomy, Becky used a small towel to cleanse her hands.  She then plucked the table/framework's mini-tablet control unit from its recharging bracket and once again began navigating her way through its menus.  She then paused... her dimpled smile achieving its apex of sinister wickedness.

"Tori is going to have to do most of the work, pretending the intense experience she's about to undergo will be actual torture," Becky purred, "but I'm sure she's up to the challenge."  With that, her index finger tapped the remote's compact screen.

Somewhere under Tori's helpless and well-moisturized body... machinery hummed to life!.

Tori flinched in her bonds!

Mattie, Jess, Kim, and Holly's eyes popped wide in alarm and sympathy (see also 'wanton desire')!

Becky continued smiling.

And with that, the Let's Pretend to Torture Tori Fleet Show was underway!