Eventually enough of those increments had accumulated. A couple of Dungeon Girls had come and gone, allowing (or forcing) Corey to eat, drink and eliminate. But never once was she released from her bondage. Only her ball-gag and c**k-harness were temporarily removed. As for the other, the c**k of her hips and splay of her legs was more than sufficient to allow ready access to the last of her holes, and the invasion of a purging hose after elimination was a delicious indignity. Corey wondered if that was part of the usual routine around here or a special preparation for her impending first formal use by the Mistress. In any case, after she was fed and watered, emptied and cleaned, she was once again ball-gagged and c**k-harnessed.
Locked rigidly erect, still strapped solidly to the bench
