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man was removing his clothes.   The shower turned on and the beating, splashing water, reminded her of her full bladder.   With her legs spread, she was having a difficult time controlling herself, and she whined through the horrible sponge still blocking her mouth.
    A small trickle escaped and the device’s function became painfully clear to her.   The container dropped down a mere fraction of an inch, but the laser followed the shelf, causing the beam aimed at the lever to drop slightly as well… and this raised her arms five times the distance the shelf had lowered.   She was now raised to a much more painful stance on the tip of the balls of her feet and her splayed toes.   She shrieked in agony, leaking more fluid and raising her further.
    By the time Dawson had finished his shower, she was balancing on alternating feet, trying to stretch her long legs to reach the floor and keep from hanging from her wrists.   She was concentrating on controlling the small dribbles, and her bladder was aching to let go fully.   Her arms were pointing almost straight at the ceiling, and she was moaning and screaming in pain and frustration.   Dawson lifted her chin, forcing an even greater strain on her shoulders.   “Do you understand?”
    Fallon tried to nod and pleaded with her eyes.   “For Courtney, it will work to help her control herself, and for you, it will force you to strengthen those muscles and keep that pussy nice and tight.”   He dropped the shocked girl’s head and continued to dress for dinner.   When he finished, he reset the laser aimed at the table, and her arms were lowered to the beginning position.   It was still painful, but not as excruciating as the previous limit.
    The man walked out of sight, and she heard the door to the compartment close in the distance.   Fallon hung miserably, forcing her muscles to stay tight and closed, with her bladder, feet and arms aching.   The man returned an hour later, to find her in much the same distressed position she had been in when he finished his shower.   “I see we need much more practice with this,” he admonished.
    He walked to the wall and turned off the beams, and then lowered the chain.   Fallon swayed on her legs when she lowered, and when her arms were unhooked she groaned to a stand.   The man grabbed her arm and led her to the hole in the floor.   “Kneel and spread those knees.”   Fallon dropped down and did as he asked, with her knees six inches apart.   “Spread them,” his deep voice boomed.   Fallon shuddered and moved her knees further apart, hanging her head down in embarrassment.   “Now you can piss, and I suggest you take advantage of the opportunity.”
    Fallon kept her face shielded behind her long hair, and finally relieved herself.   She was once again raised and led over to the table where the man pushed her forward until her breasts mashed onto the cool surface.   Shudders wracked through her while the man kicked her feet apart, and she tried to turn her head to see what he was getting out of a drawer he had opened.   A wide belt circled her waist and hooked at the back, locking in place with the key.
    Next, she felt his hand stroking her pussy, and she whined and tried to press her thighs together.   “Keep them spread,” he warned, and was rewarded with a sob.   Fallon was petrified and confused when the fingers coaxed wetness to slicken their path.   Muffled sobs of humiliation accompanied his manipulations, and he repeated Sienna’s words.   “I control everything you say, think and feel.”   With one hand pressed into her shoulder blades, the other hand found her clit, and he stroked and plunged two fingers into her gradually pulsing channel until she clenched her bottom in lieu of pulling her legs together.   He heard her moaning denial as he brought her to climax, and her knees buckled with the violence of the release.   This one can respond to humiliation , he noted