It was enough to have Holly absentmindedly attempt to bite her lip, only for her to belatedly remember that there was a muzzle gag in the way. Holly’s eyes tracked Michael as he pressed buttons and flicked switches. We’ll see how it goes.”
Michael planted a kiss on the microphone. The torture abruptly stopped. Lena glided over to the bed. One is a massive sadist, the other extraordinarily masochistic. Holly’s nose was filled with the heady scent of latex, and her mouth was flooded with the taste of rubber. A more discomforting fullness indicated the presence of a catheter within her third channel. With his back blocking the view, Holly couldn’t see what Michael was doing, but whatever it was made the panel pop out. It was outside the vacuum bed, locked in place by metal struts bolted to the drawer’s sides, and a thick breathing tube stuck out from where her mouth was hidden underneath the solid metal plating.
