The ball gag was large and foamy. It muffled my yells almost entirely. There were holes in the ball gag so at least I could breath. Holes that closed ...if I tried closing my mouth. Marty left me on the couch and came back shortly with a bag. The ropes around my wrists were replaced with soft manacles from the bag and clipped securely together. The same with my ankles. Marty explained he didn't want me to bruise myself trying to escape the ropes. A chain clipped to my wrists and ankles again kept. It would be better, at least more convenient, if she as host was not just as affected as everyone else. She wondered how much she might be able to adjust to it over time and then she realized that she was thinking and dwelling on the thing and wasn’t particularly feeling any sexual craving. The very thought though woke something in her and she quickly pushed that aside to focus on her task. The two truly bizarre things about the satyr were that he caused her, Mike’s, and then also Diana’s. Without realising it the night escaped them, they were the last ones at the bar and it was time to close. Louise suggested they buy another bottle of wine and have a night cap at her room. Lisa agreed and shortly afterwards they were perched on a balcony with wines in hand, and still enjoying the night. Both were tipsy when Louise decided that there was something she wanted to say. With her heart beating nervously she realised that she had a beautiful bisexual woman on her balcony. Looking into. A safety catch had been set to ensure that the blades remained locked. The whole fiasco had been nothing other than a brutally cruel practical joke. ?Well,? he continued, ?My friend here has a bone to pick with you also. Apparently, you and the Governess sat back and gave him continuous electric shocks through a wire which you put in his cock, while having your pussies licked by two of his fellow inmates.?Sofia squinted in dread at knowing that she had no defence. The two men had her dead to.