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Arthur Crawford had done it. He checked off the last species from the list, and it had barely cost him a thing. Well, outside of the sums of money invested in the making of the portals, and the chambers that they were kept in, but once that was established it had just been a matter of arranging a few meetings, preparing rewards or betrayals, and so forth.

The large canine adjusted his coat before opening the door to the control room, his assistant turned and stood. "Ah, Mr Crawford." The hyena woman said with a laugh. Gesturing at the monitors in front of us. "Our preparations are nearly ready, and then we just need to fetch the subjects. We coaxed a bit of information out of them, at least a name from each, but two of them were tight lipped beyond that and one just kept making demands and asking questions." Her name was Tessa, and she had a spotted coat of fur, mostly covered by the work clothes she wore, though she wore a top that was such a low cut that some would consider it more than unprofessional.

Crawford himself was big in stature, but had the softened physique of a man who spent the majority of his time in an office and at most used a standing desk. He had a dark coat with walnut brown colouring down his sides.

The canine approached his assistant, joining her at the monitors which were displaying the six captives. Each in an identical cell and wearing a jumpsuit made of a tight form-hugging material, however it was not totally covering either, their hands, feet and heads were exposed, but so too were their sides, bellies and chests. They'd been given a separate garment for modesty that covered the chest hole but the way it was tacked on spoke something about what was coming.

"You can watch them from here at any time boss, though I know that watching remotely is the last thing on your mind. I'm looking forward to it myself, already we've exchanged bets on who'll be first."

Arthur laughed, of course they had, all the staff loved a bit of entertainment and there were plenty of gamblers who'd want to make wagers, peering at the monitors he couldn't decide which would be the ones to break and which would stand strong, himself. He was keen to learn first hand. "Let's begin then, shall we."

"I'll send out the instructions." Tessa said, standing and moving off to an intercom. Meanwhile, Arthur left the room, making his way down to the prepared chamber.

As he arrived there they were just strapping down the last of the subjects, the Suthay-raht had been the most difficult to manage, spitting and clawing all the way.

"Release khajiit from this contraption at once!" She shouted, kicking at the hands that gripped her shins and threaded them into the waiting stocks. She, like all the other captives was sat on a padded bench that just about supported her back and thighs. Her arms were raised up above her head and cuffed to the bench in thick leather bands.

They made two attempts before they succeeded in securing her feet, she kicked suddenly the first time and fouled their progress. "Get over it." The tauren said, her tone firm but not harsh, each of the benches and stocks were scaled to their occupants and the six were restrained in a loose half circle on the outside of the chamber. Glass walls slid between each of the benches allowed them to see each other for the moment, but the glass could be tinted to become opaque. When that happened all they'd be able to see were their fellow captives feet, at best. All of them had monitors to the right side, showing their statistics. Name, age, weight and so on. With fields left blank below to be expanded on. Those monitors were out of their sight, meant for those who looked in.

"No, Ahkasari will not submit to these creatures!" She hissed, "She will rip your guts open and wear them as a trophy!" she threatened once they'd locked her in place, thrashing at the bonds.

Arthur sent all of them into silence by stopping in front of them smiling as he spoke. "I'd offer you welcome, ladies, but I fear you'd spurn the hospitality of it. Before any of you ask 'why me', again." His eyes flicking towards the worgen for a moment. "It was simply bad luck. I happened to need a variety of subjects and you all just happened to be the best fruit to pluck. Sure others had even more vulnerable circumstances, but none of those were quite as charming."

"Let us go!" Shi Fen shouted, her fingers curling into fists as she stared at the man, already fixed on him having been the villain. That prompted another riot from them all. The voices fighting over each other as Ahkasari joined in with the pandaren to shout angrily. Qa'ranji started to plead and offer material goods and wealth and other services, and Miranda just begged.

"Quiet... quiet. QUIET!" Snapped Charrol, the sudden severity of the shout stilling them all. Her breath was ragged as she was not as fearless as she seemed, but she was doing her best to keep a level head. "If we let him speak he will no doubt explain why he's brought us here. Isn't that right?"

Arthur tilted his head in acknowledgement, looking in at Severa. The charr hadn't said so much as a word, and even now she was just staring fixedly ahead, like a guard at attention. He walked forward to her bay as he spoke. "Yes, I will indeed. Thank you Ms. Thunderhoof." He said, in response. One of his hands drifted down to the Charr's left paw and he pinched a toe between his fingers. She growled at that, her lips pulling back, but she reigned herself in quickly. "As you know by now, for the most part you are from different places, so remote that I doubt, outside of a few obvious exceptions, any of your species will ever meet outside of circumstances like this. But we took you here, cleaned you, fed you, and gave you rooms." That caused a sneer, the definition of a room differing to the pandaren and worgen, who'd grown accustomed to their comforts. "And so we come to the reason for your stay, obviously we wouldn't cater so well for people who aren't giving anything in return. Let's just say, your rent is due." He said ominously his hand sliding until his fingers pressed under the feline pad of Severa's paw, his long nail teasing lightly as he felt a tiny crack in her composure as her foot tensed and tried to shake away.

He backed away, raising his hands wide as he proclaimed. "You're all going to be subject to a little... endurance test, of sorts. I call it a test but it's more of a contest really, and trust us, if you're the first to lose you'll probably hate what awaits you. We're going to kick it off now and see who among you is the first to break. Oh, and naturally, since you aren't all created equal." He said, tapping Charrol's thick sturdy hooves, which made her grunt. "We've made sure to customise so that the playing field is theoretically equal. And trust me, I've made sure it's fair, I want you all to fail after all!"

"Y-you're going to torture us?" Miranda asked in concern, but Arthur walked off without another word, moving to sit at a desk with a good view of them all, while Tessa sat herself before some controls and cracked her fingers. "Please! Don't do this!" The others started to call out, in a mix of fear, defiance and anger but there was nothing they could do to get out of their restraints. Tessa pressed a button and the glass walls dimmed.

"Say goodbye girls, cos who knows which of you is gonna get a chance to talk to any others after this!" Tessa called out cheerily as the whir of machinery filled the room. The theme of their endurance test revealed itself with a soft touch. The women's trapped feet were the first target of the tickling pressure as an array of brushes pressed forward. Even Charrol was targeted, though the soft feather-like brushes she had to endure pressed in more at the ankle where the rough keratin of her hoof melted into soft fur.

The cries of distress were immediate from the majority of the captives. For Shi Fen and Qa'ranji a number of brushes pressed in between and underneath their toes, fewer for the pandaren to compensate for her only having three digits, but their strokes were bigger and more vigorous. On top of which a brush teased at their arches and the ball of their foot, rubbing in between the soft unused pads that their races still retained.

Ahkasari, Miranda and Severa all had less human shaped feet, more alike to paws yet still distinct from each other, the charr in particular having a sharp inverted claw just above the heel. The brushes each came with small frames that forced their paw-toes apart to reveal more surface area unprotected by pads, and then they dug in deep between them and yet more brushes pressed along the digitigrade arch that lead to that first bend of their legs.

Charrol was the least tormented at first, but even the lighter touch she was receiving was making her grind her teeth. Even Severa had lost her silence, her eyes wide as she was forced to laugh, albeit in short gruff bursts. She'd psyched herself to endure many breeds of torture that she had been trained for, but this was not on the list. "N-nnohoho, mercy! Mercy!!" Qa'ranji was yelling, the loudest of them to form coherent words. The rest were still fighting a losing battle with peals of laughter and Arthur seemed to be wiggling in his chair at the excitement of seeing their reactions.

Tessa's hands methodically tapped buttons, simply adding more devices for now. If they thought those brushes were bad, things were going to be positively awful from here. Charrol was the first to be targeted by the second wave of arms, making up for lost impact with her feet. Clamps came out at her hands instead, grabbing her fingers and spreading them as a gentle brush moved to her palms. They all received the same treatment here, hands spread wide and attacked too, but Charrol's brushes were thin and softer to make them more intense.

Further arms went to each girl's sides, positioned cruelly with long tasseled feathers and sensuous buzzing wands, an additional wand held just above their bellies. If they could keep their composure and stay still they would only have to endure those feathers. But the slightest rock to the side or trying to lift themselves forward would cause the bodies to press into the horrendous wands, enough to force a recoil which would cause them to shift side to side endlessly if they couldn't control themselves. Much like Qa'ranji was doing now. The others were starting to do more than just laugh too, but Qa'ranji spent every breath she could begging and pleading for it to stop.

Her fingers were white where they pressed against the restraining hoops, desperately trying to clench, tears in her eyes at the feelings. "Oh dear, I think we've had our first loss already." Arthur said, sounding genuinely disappointed, "Can't be helped. A pity, I was hoping for a cute pair of paws to be the first victim, not the most human foot." A glass shield came down in front of Qa'ranji's pod, soundproofing her from the others, she still had wit enough to look concerned at the development, but then the brushes retracted. "O-oh, thank you! Bless you!" She whispered.

"Don't thank anyone yet." A voice echoed, it wasn't Arthur or Tessa, they were both still watching the rest of the contest. "After all, you lost. Surprisingly fast."

"This one is sorry, she couldn't take it." She added, worried at the tone.

"Crawford warned you all that you'd regret failing." The harsher voice said. The stocks were opened at her feet and two figures came from behind her, one a human male and the other a zebra woman. They removed her restraints and then pulled her out of the bench.

"P-please. Send Qa'ranji home, she will give you all she has to leave this place." She whined to the figures as she was carried into another room, the pair of them not letting her feet touch the ground. They raised her hands to a pair of manacles, hanging on a rail that kept her a small distance off the ground. The zebra moved to a different control panel while the human took off Qa'ranji's jumpsuit, running his thumbnail against one of her arches as he peeled the fabric away and making her gasp and whimper.

Though she begged for no more, she was too defeated to so much as move away. All the same, the man walked out of the small dark room they were in, off to fetch something else. More machinery sprang to life around the khajiit, nozzles with roller-brushes at the end, she winced and braced herself for more tickling but instead they gave a smooth rubbing effect, the nozzles leaking some tingling liquid over her body. The brushes worked to rub it in to her skin, and when half done, she started to feel something. Even though the room was nearly still, the once imperceptible air current of the ventilation seemed suddenly stronger, even the vibrations from the brush echoed on her frame, she felt it all far more keenly than she'd felt anything.

The gel was working it's purpose raising her sensitivity wherever it had reached, and the zebra worked silently and efficiently to coat her whole body. The man returned carrying a black shining latex suit, a raven walked next to him with a tool-box, and they waited until the machines spun down and pulled back into their resting places. The hands that fell on her shins were like a surge of energy and she cried out in alarm. "Guess it's working then." The raven said wryly, and the khajiit started, that was the voice that had come over the speakers!

As the man opened the zipper on the suit, revealed to be lined with something that looked pink and spongy. Qa'ranji thought she saw a flicker of movement stir that pink surface, and with another breathless attempt whispered a plea.

"Get her dressed up." The raven said. The zebra pushed at the controls until Qa'ranji was just off the floor and then she too rose and came over, holding the suit's legs. With the human handling the khajiit's body, they stuffed her paws down into the waiting rubber, and this time there was no mistaking it. The pink sponge was moving, as if it were alive. It pulled back as her body touched it, revealing a multitude of tiny tentacles that sprang to life. Even if her body hadn't been made more sensitive they would have tickled worse than all the brushes and wands Qa'ranji had escaped. But as it was it was an almost immediate overload, the khajiit howling as the tight latex suit clung where it was pressed. They rolled it up her back, even stuffing her tail in a pocket that was just as cruelly torturous.

The manacles holding her suddenly released when the suit was up to her chest, and they forced her arms into the sleeves. The hand ending in a ball that made her hands useless and even there the tormenting lining continued. The zebra grabbed her arms behind her back and tackled her to the ground as the raven came closer with his toolbox. He pulled out two pink-lined earplugs which he stuffed into her ears, already muting the world. All the while she was screaming with laughter so strong her voice was cracking from exertion, and so with her jaw wide it was simple for them to lead a small pipe into place, before strong hands pinned her mouth shut. The raven nodded in thanks to his colleagues as he pulled out a hood, shaped to fit a khajiit almost disturbingly perfectly. The tiny mercy was that it had no further pink segments, but it also had only two holes, one for the neck and one at her mouth.

The pipe was used as a guiding rod, the raven using it to line up a hollow plug with a ribbed interior into her mouth and then the rest of the rubber was dragged over her head, squeezing tightly and trapping those tickling ear plugs. "Time for a test." The raven said. "Ms. Khajiit, if you nod your head we'll take all of this off and send you home."

The only reaction that followed was the desperate thrashing from the unending tickling along her body. She didn't hear a word of it. "Excellent." The man said, handing the raven a bottle.

The corvid squeezed some of the chemical out directing it onto the seam where the hood met the suit and then sliding it down the opening at Qa'ranji's back. He put on a pair of treated gloves and pinched the joints until the chemical had set. Sealing and fusing the suit, after all there was no intention for it to be removable without serious work. Qa'ranji's distorted muffling cries of suffering laughter accompanied the squeak of the latex as she bucked helplessly. The raven decided to amend that. A large inflated plug filled that mouth opening pressed in until it clicked. Her breaths coming only as reedy whistles through the tiny hole in it.

The zebra let go of her when they were sure it had set, and the latex suited figure rolled helplessly in her unceasing torment. They flipped her onto her back watching her with amusement as she failed to even get back onto her front, too weak and overcome from the extreme overstimulation and with a shudder she fell forward, her body just twitching. She'd passed out.

"Take her to the break room, and then tell Beth and Gloria they're helping with the next one." The crow said, walking away. The suited khajiit was carried bodily by the staff into the room where all those not on duty were watching the contest. They whooped in appreciation as the khajiit was brought in. She'd have no end of admirers, even after the unhalting stimulation drove her . The suit was tight enough to show every feature of her paws, after all, and the plug could be removed quite easily. Plenty for them all to enjoy...

The five damsels still in the contest were getting louder, Tessa had been turning up the power of the brushes and feathers, having left the same toys out to see if anyone else would break so soon. "Next up." The hyena called with gleeful malice, this time the arms pressed soft, fluffy fur tipped wheels under each of the girl's armpits and soft tipped mechanical points rubbed at their necks, each calibrated to be just strong enough to press through the different densities of their fur, and thus maximise the stimulation.

The louder members were already squealing at that much new pressure, and none of them, not even the large stoic charr were able to keep a straight face nor stay silent. The five separate laughs filling the air were like music to Arthur, and he couldn't wait to see who was next. The whole ordeal they were enduring just a game to him.

He had strong predictions in mind for the next two, seeing the tear streaked faces of forced pleasure from both Ahkasari and Shi Fen. It would be disappointing if both the khajiit failed, but then it might speak for their race in general. He'd wait and see of course but he was allowed his own bias.

Further evidence toward the khajiit breaking was how she'd lost the breath to scream insults and threats at them, instead she was whining and gasping amid her laughter. The tauren girl had managed to reign her body in a little more than the others, her face screwed up in tension as she only rarely dipped forward to the wand, but had managed to tense herself from dipping into the left or right ones.

The hyena pressed on with the next stage, licking her lips as she too had noticed that they were mostly getting used to the wands. The khajiit was the worst with them though, her body rocking almost constantly back and forth to avoid whichever was pressing at her. As a result, Tessa pressed those wands into the holes at their sides and bellies so there was no escaping them at all, chasing even if they ducked away, and retreating to maintain that tickling distance if they pressed close.

They also made their way up high, pressing at the sides of the victims chests as the next device was added to the mix, spiked metal pinwheels were walked along those holes, tracing from the bottom to the top and then being dragged away to repeat the cycle. A dog like whine emanated from Miranda's bay, her begging turning into an animal howling. His eyebrows raised, as she was trying to shake her head. He gestured to Tessa, pointing to her and the hyena lowered the worgen's tickling down just a fraction.

"Nnaaah, ha-please, plehehease, let me go! Let me go home! Stop this!" She cried, before she started babbling incessantly, laughing even though there was little to provoke it. By his judgement she'd broken, his brows raised as he looked at Shi Fen, she was still roaring but not overcome, nor was the khajiit.

"We have a second failure!" He pronounced, waving a hand as that same obscuring glass window came down to cut the worgen's chamber out of view.

"Hmmph, better than the last one." The raven's voice spoke over the monitor. "But I'm afraid to tell you we can't do that, this is your home now, the portals were a one time thing." She didn't want to believe his words, but she let out a drawn out sob. The tickling devices all stopped as again a hatch behind her opened and two women drew to either side of her, a pair of rodents, one a rat, the other a mouse. As before they removed the restraints and carried her off, the rat doing the heavy lifting. She'd done well enough to avoid that cruel sensitivity raising treatment, and thus her punishment could begin faster.

She was taken to a room whimpering all the way and when they tried to put her down to stand, she faltered, her legs giving up. They shrugged, moving to the zipper of her jumpsuit and removing it from where she lay. With the worgen naked, they moved to pick her up and carry her over to a large casket. "She does have a pretty face, huh, Beth?" The rat said holding Miranda's body as the mouse stretched her weak legs. The casket was lined with something black and shiny, yet more latex. The casket had an opening curve at the top which they slipped her neck into. It was just big enough to fit her body in stretched out, and too tight for her to really wiggle much, blocky and featureless on the outside, the worgen lay there, panting and without the strength to sit up as the two rodents lifted the matching lid. It pressed down heavily and there was a click as a mechanical lock sealed it on. Only leaving Miranda's head exposed.

"You'll like this part." The mouse said to Miranda, reaching to touch a button. There was a hissing from the box as a vacuum component sucked the air out, the latex lining acting as a vac-bed on the worgen, pulling in until her body was sandwiched inside them. She shook her head, denying the accusation, it wasn't tickling, but the last thing she wanted was more strange fetishistic torture.

"W-what is that? Turn it off, please!"

"Sorry sugar, no can do. You lost after all!" Gloria the rat said with a titter. "Oh, and you'll probably hate this part." Another button was flicked on the casket and suddenly tentacles sprouted. Like those in the pink lined suit that Qa'ranji now suffered inside, the walls of the casket ensured anyone trapped inside would be kept forcibly entertained. Miranda yelped, trying to squirm, but the stretching restraint was effective at keeping her vulnerable, the tendrils brushing at her body constantly.

"You're lucky you have a cute laugh." Said a voice from the side as the raven walked in with a trolley, It slid under the casket, lifting the trapped worgen up as he handed it over to the rodents. They trundled Miranda away, the laughter incessant, and lost between pleas that would be ignored until they reached a wall with a hatchway and a railing. Miranda stared at it, she could already guess the purpose as it was too similarly shaped to the casket's top. The three of them lifted the boxed worgen onto the rails as the hatch opened, and she was slid along it until her head poked out the other side, into a lavishly decorated room. The tickling suddenly grew worse as the mouse turned it up to maximum intensity. The hatch around Miranda's neck clicked shut, locked in place and she stared as three more figures loomed in front of her.

"Eww, let's do something about those tears." A bear said to her left. Reaching to a shelf beside the worgen's head. She picked up a heavy leather blindfold and pressed it on. "Help me out here." She said to one of the males next to her, a wolf who ran his hands to hold her steady. Miranda couldn't even shake her head.

"N-nohoho, puh-please, don't! Just let me go! Nnngh hahaha!" She cried as she was thrown into darkness. She'd glimpsed the array of gags sitting on the shelf beside her, and there was even a soundproof cover they could slip down if they ever got tired of listening to her. But for now hands came down, stroking and petting her protesting face. The latest ornament for the same breakroom where Qa'ranji resided. "Hey, the cat's waking up." One of the staff said, and then it was only the bear and wolf attending Miranda, neither interested in helping her or moved by her words.

Arthur shut his eyes, listening to the sounds that carried to him. Since the worgen had been removed the chorus of laughter had changed its overall melody. With Ahkasari still too breathless to spit threats, there'd been a lack of speech from them all. Just peals of laughter or grunts of exertion breaking through. Tessa was already busy with the next step, a temporary respite came to all the girl's feet as the brushes and wands there pulled away. Instead machinery came up to place buzzing rings that had dancing fronds around each toe. The fronds almost like synthetic tentacles that made them squirm anew. Charrol received a shaper slender brush that looked desperately for any vulnerabilities behind the hooves, but to compensate for her advantage two more wands pressed in at her sides, shaking to coat a wider area. A fresh deep pitched laugh burst from her as they squeezed in.

Arthur was loathe to admit that he was preferring having less bodies tormented at once, but with just these four he could more easily discern their laughter. The light pitched pandaren who could best be described as the giggler of the group, the scratchy quality of the khajiit's voice making her forced mirth distinct, and he was even learning what the charr's laughter sounded like during the increasingly common bouts she had.

A long pinching hand came down next, finding the extra segment of cloth over their bodysuits, it plucked the cloth away, revealing the bare chests of each woman. Even though her chest was revealed, so too was the charr's advantage. Her physiology left her front flat, there was still some sensitivity to be had there, but it was less vulnerable compared to the bosom of the other three.

Long arms came down, adding to the jumbled metal parts that whirred and thrummed as they unendingly tortured those they were pressed against. These arms filled with softly curving three-pronged claws that were also lined with just enough fluff to make them particularly apt for tickling. Two fingers from each claw squeezed and kneaded at the breasts of all but the charr, the third finger dancing over their nipples. Though Severa did not escape the claws, instead getting four of them that tickled and rubbed at her chest and belly, her whole torso subject to them, and dancing around her more discreet but both more present and more numerous nipples.

That had cracked her at last, and she couldn't go back to grunts, instead laughing or moaning. Speaking of cracking, the dry rasp of Ahkasari had stopped, turning into just desperate breathing. Her lips were moving wordlessly from this range, and a small microphone pressed down to amplify what she was trying to say.

"Please.... This one surrenders, khajiit is sorry, khajiit will never steal again. Let this one go to a jail cell, just no more..." She hissed. The ticklers at her feet stopped, pulling away as Arthur rose from his chair, walking over to her, his hands went to her feline paws, kneading and brushing at them, his fingers curling between her toes as he appreciated and even doted on them in his own way.

"As we said, this isn't because of anything you've done, it was just bad luck. Third place isn't too bad though. The least I can do is offer a rub before you go." He said, his digits brushing in a way that compared to the hellish tickling was almost soothing. She was still being tickled silly by the rest of the apparatus and then when Arthur stepped back, the glass panel slid down and blocked her away. Three contestants left.

"You three are in luck, as much as I want you all to break, the rest of those watching want you to have further incentive to hold on. And so we'll have a brief recess." He clicked his fingers dramatically and the vast majority of the tools paused, retreating a few inches. The wands all pressed in, even those at their legs returning but with a massaging thrum instead of torment. Arthur left the room to fetch refreshments for himself, while Tessa prepared the rest. They might get their voices back and conspire, so with a few more buttons a set of arms moved against each of them, forcing their jaws open to accept a mouth-fitting rubber shape, which was then locked behind a panel-gag. All three protested and shook their head as if trying to get that off, but they were grateful for a break, even if they'd never admit so much.

Behind the shrouded glass of the recent failure, the customary hatch had opened and she had been joined by a large grizzly she-bear and a gecko male who prized her out of her bindings. Like the others she'd been stripped of her jumpsuit and led to a room where a piece of furniture sat waiting.

A long metal stand with an open collar stood there, comprised of a contorting frame that would bind a body placed inside it. The khajiit's final embers of spirited defiance flared up, but they overpowered her and wrestled her into it. Her arms were wrestled below her breasts and the frame's upper half was swung shut, cold metal pinning across her wrists, forearms and shoulders and pressing tight enough against her chest to make her breasts stick out.

Her legs were folded upwards before they too were locked down in the metal, spread to either side in a pose that jutted her posterior out behind her. Her tail was clipped into a clasp as the last locks of the frame came down, presing along her waist and back. She was totally vulnerable, her breasts, paws, and pelvis both displayed and fully accessible, all while contorting the khajiit to her limits to ensure she stayed bound. As one last insult the frame could even be tilted, allowing a spectator to focus on her feet or gain easy access to her body.

Naturally they had to keep in theme with the rest of the endurance tests, so, when the Suthay-raht had been locked in her titanium prison, the gecko brought out a number of tools he had with him that were magnetized to hook up at certain points where stronger magnets buried in the metal frame waited. The first were a pair of battery powered rollers that he pressed against her paws, the little nubs squeezing into sensitive spots and thrumming. Next came a twinned pair of vibrators that he pivoted to rest on her nipples, and then the large buzzing wand was brought out. He waved it in front of her spitting face, the tickling far less severe and thus she was able to stop from giving more than the occasional shock of laughter. The wand he clipped into a metal arm and swung the end to nestle against her proffered mound.

The khajiit's restraint was done. The bear lifted the whole frame, walking it over to the break room where Ahkasari was reunited with the other khajiit and the still helplessly laughing Miranda. The frame was pressed down and then screwed in place there. On display for all to see and use. Her punishment as restrictive and binding as the two others who had just become objects, but unlike them, her stimulation was not to be eternal. Batteries needed replacing, and half the toys scattered around her were manual rather than automatic. Meaning she would at least get some reprieve. The bear lifted a cloth hood, however and slid it over Ahkasari's face, her anger wouldn't last, the restraint would break the last spark, and then she like the other two would be just another display.

Back in the contest room Tessa straightened as she heard Arthur returning, the hyena indulged herself by giving the tauren's bosom one last squeeze before she sat back at her control desk. Arthur glanced over, he saw that while he'd been away the hyena had given them all some attention. The pandaren's feet and charr's paws were all damp from the tongue bath Tessa had doled out and there was even a glint of moisture on the tauren's left hoof, as if the girl had tried that before deciding against it and going for the grope.

"We're back, and I think to show you what you're playing for, you all ought to see what has become of your former contestants." A monitor dropped down in front of each girl, split into three to show them multiple camera feeds. The cameras were too close to show much of the room but what they did show were a blindfolded worgen head, sticking out of a tight hatch in a wall, and a ball-gagged khajiit with three people handling her, one thrusting a wand deep into her mound, another nipping at her breast with his teeth and a third toying at her paws with his hands. The third monitor was hard to discern at first, displaying the squirming shining mass of Qa'ranji's suit.

The Cathay khajiit was pinned down on someone's lap, one hand idly playing with her air supply by blocking that pipe and releasing it intermittently, meanwhile a second pair of hands had grabbed hold of her feet and were using them for a forced footjob. The twisted part was that any hands touching outside the suit made the tendrils inside go berserk, and so the feline's feet squirmed to get away, providing the very stimulation that the lion using her was hunting for.

"They'll be well looked after-" Arthur paused, thinking for a moment. "Well used, at any rate, by our more sadistic staff. And a reminder that your fates could well end up something like theirs if you don't hold on. Just in case you thought it was an endurance test for who breaks first, I'll dispel that illusion, you're all here until you break."

They all gave some reaction at that, the pandaren woman squeaking around her gag, the charr growling and the tauren looking at the monitor with pity and sympathy for the losers. "Anyway!" Arthur shouted, bringing even Charrol's focus back to him. "You've had a rest, it's time to resume." At the desk behind him Tessa cackled as she started it all up again.