Lermontov just gestured with the gun, and she moved to the contraption in front of her. The gun was Russian, a Tokarev TT 33. She knew it quite well, and with someone else, she might have taken her chance and go for it. But despite her current dismal situation, she had done her homework. With him, such a move would be suicide.

It looked a bit like a low scaffold, but the neck hole was missing, and the holes for wrists were way too wide. There were belts hanging from the front, and at the bottom a black, steel rod pointed upwards, leaving little to the imagination. She would be 'invaded' once again, for sure.

"Turn around..." His English accent was near perfect, one of the reasons he was one of the most effective agents on the planet: he spoke twelve languages fluently. She stood with her back against the wood, her legs on either side of the steel apparatus at the bottom. He walked around, out of her line of sight.

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The helmet

Roy stepped back to oversee his handy work. The leather pouch kept Susan's arms behind her back in a box tie fashion. They both liked the device because she could last longer in it than in a single glove. The vibrator pants were another favorite item. She loved doing sessions with them, and he liked looking at her increasing frustrated movements after the first orgasm. And the second one, and the third one. At one time, she had succeeded in squeezing out seven, before passing out.

He reached out and gave the rubber egg a series of quick squeezes, inflating the dildo in her behind even more. And despite the ball gag, he could hear her giggle, inside the helmet.
The helmet! That was a new item. It was made in a gas mask fashion, and it had a twist of which he had not yet informed her.

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The deal

'Archipel Arena!': that was the name of the show. It was going to consist of twelve episodes, each taking place on a different island. The contestants would be followed in their daily life, and during the multiple contests that formed the heart of the show.
An unoriginal, boring formula, but the female contestants all looked stunning, so Steve would watch it anyway, taping it and skipping the parts about the male challenges, and not knowing that things would get a whole lot more interesting in two weeks.

It happened at the end of episode five. As always, the teams had to take the twenty minute overseas trip to the next island. Steve watched it from the corner of his eyes, already ready to turn the TV off, as it happened. Although at the moment, the guys were prominently on screen, the real action was taking place way behind them, on the water horizon. He couldn't make out what was happening, but there was some frantic action going on for sure!

Two seconds later, a shot from above, focusing on the women, and the total disarray: their raft had capsized! All the girls were in the water, splashing around, trying to get the raft, which was kind of upright in the water at the moment back down again.

Oh man! Steve was glued to the screen! All of those wet shirts and tights, revealing all kinds of stuff. And their total despair, and the physical hardship, the struggling, it was... beautiful! Little did he know though that this would be the overture for much more excitement.

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So Alyiah, I really think we're finally making some progress here. Today you have managed to contain yourself beautifully so far, and that's a big step in the right direction.

Because two months ago... let me see... it says here that our conversation was going along fine, like today, but when I pulled your pants down...hm... oh yes, here it is: although your wrists were cuffed to your waist, it took three men to finally sedate you and return you to your room. Talk about a rocky start, huh?

Ok, fast forward to four weeks laterrrrr... You really seemed to have learned your lesson, which was good. Again, the talks went very well...blah-blah-blah...
And it seems I had five men standing by for the pants scene, but this time you kept it together, which was no small feat. I mean, I can't imagine what it must have felt like, standing there with those huge buttocks of yours out there for all to see, in front of six men.

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