There were four frames in the room. All made from a combination of metal and leather. Each frame was in a different shape, clearly designed for holding their prisoners in a different position. They all had a series of cuffs and straps attached, the purpose of which was very clear to the girls stood in the doorway.
One wall had a lot of kit on it. All the kit was obviously designed to cause lots of pain to soft, delicate flesh. There were all manner of whips, canes, floggers, and straps along with various handcuffs and ropes. The collection was certainly impressive and in any other circumstances, Lauren's interest may well have been piqued.
However, the frames and the equipment, as imposing as they were, were not what had primarily caught Lauren's attention.
In addition to the frames were two machines which were about to be used to whip her pussy and Charlotte's breasts. That was clear.
There was a technician attaching a leather strap to the arm of one machine. It was essentially a motor on a trolley with a single arm to swing the whip. A thick cable trailed away to a computer desk where some screens were lit up.
Lauren felt a hand grab the chain in the small of her back and she was propelled forward into the room. Charlotte got similar treatment and they each ended up standing on a spot painted on the floor.
"Ok ladies" the guard said. "Me and my colleague intend to treat you fairly and with respect. The next thirty minutes or so is going to be unpleasant for both of you. That's kind of the point of course and there's nothing anyone here can do to change that."
Lauren and Charlotte looked at each other again. Lauren was sure she heard the other girl audibly gulp.
"But" the guard continued "there's a hard way to do this and a slightly easier way to do this. I can promise you, any resistance from you or not doing what you're asked will not improve this situation. It will cause you additional pain and humiliation which is simply not necessary. Do we understand each other?"
"yes miss" both girls said in unison. Lauren wondered if there was really much more that could be done to add to the humiliation of her current situation, but felt it was probably better not to test the theory.
Charlotte glanced at Lauren and said "We're going to be fine. Stay positive."
This earned her a sharp look from the guard, but she clearly chose not to do anything further.
Charlotte too realised her error and looked truly relieved when the guard moved on.
"Ok. Merson, we're going to get you set up first. You will both be restrained and then receive your punishments together. I repeat what I said earlier: provided you do everything you are told and don't resist; this will be easier on you."
Lauren watched Charlotte being led over to one of the frames with a mixture of delight that she wasn't going first and guilt because she was delighted. It was going to make practically no difference in any event because the guard had just said they were to be punished together. Lauren felt a strange comfort from that.
Charlotte's walk was over and she stood in front of the tallest frame in the room.
It was essentially an inverted 'Y' with some pads and straps near where the two legs met the main upright.
The guard gently but firmly pushed Charlotte backwards until her back was pushed up against the post. The technician had moved around to the rear of the frame and did something at Charlotte's waist height that made Charlotte gasp. A look of panic crossed her face, but she managed to maintain her composure.
Next, the guard removed the handcuffs completely and Charlotte's hands were temporarily free. That relief was short lived though as the technician returned with some much wider leather cuffs. He and the guard took a hand each and within a few moments, Charlotte's wrists were again encased. Each wrist was lifted above the head of the hapless girl and fastened to the rear of the post at neck height.
The technician wound a handle on the frame which lifted her wrists upwards and backwards naturally pushing her chest out.
Lauren stood on her spot with her wrists chained to her belly chain in morbid fascination of what was happening on the other side of the room.
The plumper girl was now standing with her chest thrust out past her belly which was still tightly chained, looking for all to see like she was presenting her chest to the room. Her face was framed between her raised arms and she was crying silently to herself.
Her heavy breasts and belly were wobbling gently with her sobbing. Lauren could see all of Charlotte's curves and additional weight laid out bare. There was absolutely nothing the girl on the frame could do to hide herself except keep her legs clamped together.
Lauren felt a great deal of sympathy for her, but knew she was soon to be in a similar position. She could feel the panic begin to form again in her stomach and she concentrated on her breathing. With each in-breath she could feel the chain restricting her muscles. Despite the situation and to distract her from the panic, she focused on the fact that she quite liked that feeling.
Charlotte's legs couldn't be free though, and the technician and the guard got to work securing her ankles into straps on the two legs of the inverted Y. This had the effect of spreading Charlotte so now her pussy was clearly visible too. Moving her feet apart lost her precious height and her breasts lifted still further as the strain on her position increased.
