Led into a corridor and up a few steps, moving jerkily in her pumps - thank god she didn't pick taller heeled shoes, she's still aware at every moment that she must not stumble! - Louise arrives, under the cold eyes of Jeff, the guard, in a room where the shelves and walls are packed with restraints and odd artefacts. A straitjacket, panties with dildos fastened in front and back and with straps, a steel spreader bar with ankle cuffs. Grubby sacks, full or empty, some folded but probably large enough to stuff the performer inside one. More ball gags and ring gags, and of course lots of chains.

Her hands still bound at her back, Louise takes in the sight. She is shuddering but now also fascinated.

Suddenly she sets eyes on a piece of wooden board with each side littered with pointed pins, also wooden. They're dotted over the side like a spiked mat, only a bit less crowded. The board is a bout twenty to fifteen centimeters wide and the pins less than a centimeter high (1/3 to 1/4 inch). Both sides seem to be the same and there are straps that can be tied off from the edges of the piece.

She points at it with the penis gag, frowns and grunts.

"That one? Oh, it's one we sometimes put against Miss Felina's arms or legs. It scratches in a nasty way when it's in place. Still, they're not so deep that they'll vause her to bleed. The straps, those are for fastening it when it's wedged in against one or two of her limbs."

Louise thinks about it for a few moments, then nods.
"Is this what you want to offer her, whore?"

Louise looks back at him, her eyes wide. I may be bound but I have still got my pride, she thinks. But if she doesn't pick anything - the cellar...

Without warning, the guard slaps her face hard. "You gonna cooperate or make more trouble?" She makes a muffled howl of shock. "Aaaaughh!! Mmm!! Nooommpppf"

"You want that one, slut? Remember, we only remove your gag if we want you to suck cock."

Crying wildly in defeat, sinking to her knees, Louise nods yes. The guard picks up the implement and with a rude yank pulls at the leash.
"Come on then, gotta get you into shape. Miss.. And I guess the slut needs some make up too. Don't want the hall to see she's been sobbing."