Jan’s hands were untied but she couldn’t use them for a while. She was crying from the pain and relief of having that big rubber wad taken out of her mouth as Julie locked her hand in front of her in handcuffs. Then she sat Jan over by one wall under a large ring set solidly in the wall. From the ring a short chain hung down. Julie ran the end of that chain around Jan’s neck and locked it with a small padlock. Then she turned her attention to the others in their cages. The twins came down before Donna. Each girl was carefully untied and the gag taken out. But only after Julie had locked handcuff on ankles and wrists. And each girl was taken to sit by the wall to have her neck attached to the rings there. When it was Donna’s turn, she was surprised to find that her jaw didn’t hurt as much as Jan’s seemed to have. Perhaps she was simply used to wearing a rubber wad gag while Jan wasn’t. But her bottom still burned and her breasts were covered with angry marks. She knew from past experience that they would fade in a few days and were really nothing to worry about but Jan seemed dismayed to see them on her breasts. Donna wanted to comfort her but thought it best to keep silent while Julie was around. From what she knew of Margaret Summers, Julie had been given authority to whip their bottoms some more if they disobeyed or even if they talked back.
After all four girls were chained to the wall and the ropes picked up, coiled properly, and put away, Julie left. Immediately Donna turned to Jan. “I’m so sorry, Mistress,” was all she could think to say.
“Oh, Donna, I should have known that Margaret wouldn’t take your being taken back by Nigel without doing something. I was a fool.”
“Oh, Mommy, you couldn’t know,” said Patsy.
“That’s right, you didn’t know she would hire mercenaries to kidnap us all,” added Pip. “My bottom hurts.”
“Everyone’s bottom hurts, dear,” Jan said. She sighed deeply. “What makes me mad is I made it so easy for her!”
“Don’t blame yourself,” said Donna. “You couldn’t have helped what happened.”
“But I made it easy for them. When those men came into the big room, both the twins were already naked and tightly hogtied. And I did it!”
Donna blinked. But Pip nodded. “That’s true. Mommy tied us both up. It was an extra tight hogtie and we were suppose to spend an hour in it.”
“It was really neat until the men came,” inserted Patsy.
“Both Pip and I were tied exactly the same way. We were going to see if either of us could get out. Sort of a race.”
“Do you do that often?” asked Donna, forgetting that she was just a slavegirl and shouldn’t be questioning the activities of her mistresses.
“Yes,” said Jan sadly. “We often play games like that. Sometimes I even let the twins tie me up. But, of course, with proper safeguards to make sure they don’t try anything stupid. Our house keeper usually keeps an eye on me when the twins are practicing their bondage on me. But, to answer your question, I have often tied the twins up. Ever since they were small girls.”
“It’s fun,” said Pip defensively. “Mommy doesn’t hurt us. Well, not much. I mean, ropes sometime hurt a little. You know that, Donna.”
“And that Miss Summers is right,” added Patsy. “We are pretty good at escaping. We like to play ‘Escape Artist.’ It’s a fun game.” Donna sighed. She wasn’t sure that the twins would have been able to stop the men, even if they hadn’t been tied up. But it certainly did make matters easy for them to find both twins naked and tightly bound.
“I had just finished tying them and was about to start the timer when the door opened and two of those men marched right in,” said Jan sadly. “I didn’t stand a chance against two men. I fought but... Well, I was soon enough locked in those handcuffs. And they just picked up the twins like suitcases and carried them out of the big room. I’m sorry, girls. I’m very sorry.”
No one spoke for a while. Donna didn’t know what to say.
Her mistress had certainly made it easy by tying up the twins, but she didn’t really think that made much difference. The thought did occur to her that it was certainly easy for three men to kidnap four girls when three of them were already naked and bound. The silence was interrupted by the return of Julie.
“I have some breakfast,” she said cheerfully. “Apples and bread and water. But you all did miss dinner last night so I suspect you’re all hungry.”
She was right about that. Jan and the twins hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday and Donna had missed even that meal. She was very hungry.
Julie passed out a couple of apples and some bread to each chained girl. Then she went around with a big glass of water for each one. All ate in silence and a hurry.
After breakfast there was a bath. But it wasn’t a comfortable soak in warm water. Instead each girl had her hands crossed and tied behind her back and was taken to a small room that Julie laughingly called the ‘Bath Room.’ Inside that very tall room there was a tall cylinder made of some kind of clear plastic. Over the cylinder was a hoist that Julie could control by some buttons on the wall. Each girl was taken to the Bath Room and had to sit on the floor while Julie bound their ankles together with rope. Then she tied another rope to that around their ankles and attached the other end of it to the pulley hanging from the hoist. A touch of a button and the rope began to raise. Donna shrieked as her feet came off the floor and she almost fell backwards. But Julie held her steady as her legs were pulled up until she was hanging completely upside down next to the water filled cylinder. Then she found herself rising above the edge of the cylinder and sideways until her head was directly over the water.
“Be sure to hold your breath,” called Julie, Not that Donna had needed the advise. She could see what was coming as soon as she found Julie binding her ankles. But that didn’t lessen the fear as she hovered upside down over the water. The cylinder was only a little wider than her body and she knew that there was no way she would be able to get her head above the water once she was lowered inside there. She just prayed that the dunking would be fast.
The dunking was slow. The water was warm, not icy cold, but it was with agonizing slowness that Donna descended into the water. She sucked in as much air as she could as her head became wet and held it as best she could. It seemed an eternity before she felt herself stop. She was fully submerged in the water tank, even her feet were under the surface, She opened her eyes and could vaguely see Julie standing there. She wanted to yell at Julie to press the button and get her out of there but dared not open her mouth. Long, long seconds passed before the hoist jerked into life and began hauling her back up towards the precious air. The naked and bound girl gasped in air when her face was finally above the water. “Julie, I almost drowned!” she choked out.
“Nonsense,” replied Julie evenly. “The mistress tested this thing with me and I was able to stay under twice as long as you.”
“Maybe you’ve got big lungs! I nearly drowned.”
“If you relax while you’re holding your breath, you’ll use up less air,” Julie offered.
“You mean you’re going to dunk me again?”
“Of course. One dunk does not a bath make.” The motor above her hummed and Donna felt herself going down again. This time she tried to relax as her head went below the water but it’s not easy to do when you’re upside down, bound so you can’t do anything and knowing you can’t breath water. But the hoist didn’t seem to take so long this time, and Donna was soon sucking in fresh air.
“The Mistress, she like her slaves clean. You gonna get a bath every morning.”
“How... How many times?” Donna managed to asked, “Depends.”
“On what?”
“How dirty are you?”