“WAKE UP CUNTS!”

The lights came on but there was no music this time. It was the older girl from last night. She hit the cage doors.

“Empty yourselves out, I don’t want any accidents tonight.”

The other two girls on her row moved to the back and Brooklyn followed suit.

As she flushed and looked up she saw the redhead moving down the ladder with her practised grace. As she moved to the front of her cage her door was opened and Miss walked away, leaving her to awkwardly climb out on her own.

Herding them into the washroom next door where Brooklyn had first been washed they were joined by the younger Miss from this morning pushing a cart.

“Wash your flaps and cracks.” The older one barked.

The other girls walked up to the wall and grabbing shower heads from the holders proceeded to wash themselves. Done, they were handed a towel, hair brush, hair tie, and told to put their hair up. Once all four were ready and standing in a line shoulder to shoulder, the two Miss’ went down the line putting leather bags over the hands of each girl. Then they padlocked it closed and inserted a ring gag in their mouths. Brooklyn wanted to run. She couldn’t understand how she had been calm so far. It was a surreal trick to make her feel comfortable. What were they going to do to her? She knew the words. Was that all she was?

Working their way back down the line the two miss’ put a hood over the head of each girl. It had two eye holes and a mouth hole. As it was pulled tight around her face she could feel each buckle settle into place and hear the snap of the padlocks securing them. As a finishing touch, they inserted a small rubber dido gag through the mouth hole. Not enough to make her gag but enough to be annoying. With their heads hooded and hands covered there was a sameness to the four of them stood there. Going back to the cart the Miss’ started to prepare something. Walking over to the redhead they bent her over and gathered around her rear. Brooklyn saw what she thought was an oil can for a car, you know one of those squirty ones with the long neck. Then she definitely saw a bike pump. There were a few more things she didn’t recognise taken from the cart and then she saw them open the bottom cupboard. They took out what looked like a metal thong. Helping her to step into it they locked it in place with more padlocks and moved onto the second girl. Brooklyn just stood there as they repeated the procedure on the girl next to her. She wasn’t tied in place, she was just frozen. What could she do anyway? There was two of them and she didn’t even know where she was. The other girls weren’t fighting.

She was startled by their touch as they twisted her hips and bent her over. Her mouth was full and her protests just came out as muffled squeaks. She felt a slash of cold on her rear as a finger started to probe her little button. The older of the girls held her in place roughly with one hand at the back of her neck and the other pulling at Brooklyn’s arse cheek. She was held tight to the girls side. She felt the cold tip of the oil can force it’s way past her rear and deposit it’s cold load inside her. It was quickly replaced by a longer flexible tube. It didn’t feel that bad, sort of a little unconformable but it was skinny.