Still suspended, I watch as someone, it's Nikki, caresses David's naked body. In a flash, she produces a kit, a small leather case, of some sort. She opens it and starts to "work" on David's chest. I can't tell from my position what she is doing, but it must hurt. I can see his body tense, but he does not cry out. How could he? He's gagged after all.

After she seemingly tires of David, Nikki makes her way to a lever on the wall. She pulls it and we, Sara, David, and myself, are all lowered to the ground. No longer suspended by chains, yet with a spreader bar between my ankles, I collapse to the ground almost immediately.

As I try to take in my new circumstances, the room is quickly filled with a handfull of people, men, women, I can't tell, all dressed head to toe in black latex. Even as they unfasten the spreader bar from my ankles and haul me roughly to my feet, I can see that Sara is receiving similar treatment. I throw my elbows and kick at them, shouting, "keep your filthy hands off me you fucking perverts." They don't respond except to grip me more tightly, pushing Sara and myself toward another room.

The room to which we are led is smaller than the one we were just in, square, with a round hole in the middle of the floor. The stench is a mixture of urine, feces, and disinfectant. The black clad men, shove Sara and myself toward the hole. My god, I am so scared, but my abdomen is so full. I squat over the hole, hiding my face in my hands. A stream of dark urine streams out from between my legs. I blush as I feel the blackclad men learing at me. One moves quickly, pulling my hands down from my face. Caught off balance, I fart, loudly, and a well-formed turd peeks out of my anus. I can do nothing save finish my toileting in front of Sara and the anonymous men. How humiliating.