Lost Clause

[Flashlight237]

((Seems a bit deep in. Is there space left for me to jump in, or are you two good?))

[Polyedit2000]

((His should probably decide as I don't plan to introduce more victims this run.  Of course, it's probably not ideal to join in as a victim during this session.))

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What is slow?  Considering it is five items on a wheel, the slowest speed would introduce each item one at a time.  Lilith didn't seem bothered as each item dragged among the padding, but it was obvious that each paddle felt different. Perhaps this served as an introduction of what was to come.

[Flashlight237]

((Fair. I'll wait for Hisbrain's opinion before I do anything.))

[Hisbraingoingthrough]

((Sure))

The paddle gradually picked up speed as even the flyswatter started to make a loud *thuff* against the thick diaper.

[Flashlight237]

((Okay, so I think I have a decent middle ground in mind.))

Alice, a brunette, walked up to Ernesta while carrying a clipboard. "Miss Ernesta, ma'am, what's going on here?"

[Hisbraingoingthrough]

The green latex clad cougar put her hand on alice’s chin. “The didnt meet quota so the company made us give them a punishment.”

[Flashlight237]

"Really?" Alice asked. "Hmm, they don't look like anyone I'm personally familiar with."

[Hisbraingoingthrough]

“I say! Got anything in mind-for Diamont?” “I could bring you two in a different room.”

[Flashlight237]

"Yes, of course, ma'am," Alice replied.

[Hisbraingoingthrough]

Ernesta smiled. “Diamont, my secretary shall take you to another room.” Another door showed up.

[Polyedit2000]

It's not like Diamont has a choice.  Still held by the mechanical arm, she was frog-marched  to Alice's room against her will.  Perhaps a part of her was glad that she wasn't going through the humiliation that Lilith was going through.  "Secretary, is it? What exactly does 'not meeting quota' entail?"

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"Ah! Oh!"  One may think that such thick padding would absorb a lot of the force, but it seems that Lilith was starting to feel those hits like a princess on a pea.  The thing is, even if she braced herself for the next hit, the next item had a different feel so she couldn't make a "defense" that could block all five items.   "Eh! Ah!"

The remaining two girls seemed to have realized that they couldn't do much, but they also picked up on what Ernesta was saying earlier.  Venta:  "And...what does the company define as punishment?"

[Hisbraingoingthrough]

Ernesta responded “anything that we can turn as a product.” She then wrapped shiny red tape over lilliths mouth.

[Flashlight237]

It's not like Diamont has a choice.  Still held by the mechanical arm, she was frog-marched  to Alice's room against her will.  Perhaps a part of her was glad that she wasn't going through the humiliation that Lilith was going through.  "Secretary, is it? What exactly does 'not meeting quota' entail?"

"I dunno, what job were you doing before this happened?" Alice asked. "Sorry if that's a little personal to you; companies tend to just look at the numbers and such... Just be lucky you're not in Rockstar."

[Polyedit2000]

Diamont clammed up.  Perhaps it was the phrasing that hinted at her previous workplace before doing work for the Company, but that was a sore subject to her.

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With Lilith's mouth sealed, the other two girls could only try to guess her mood from her bucking at every slap.  Despite getting hit in her weak spot, Lilith managed to get back to a straight face, pretending she's not bothered by it.  However...

"Are you enjoying this?"  Venta accused her, wrongly reading the situation.

[Hisbraingoingthrough]

“Now you other two come with me.” Another door showed up as she led them down a staircase.

[Flashlight237]

"In any case, normally I'd let you out under an 'Under Investigation' or 'Accidental' clause, but uhh... Ms. (Mrs.?) Ernesta's orders. Can't really release ya until at least the end of the day at least..."

Alice looked through the clipboard. "Let's see... Uhh... Says here in your company file that... You're Claire Diamont... Black hair, silver eyes, 5'10", and... 'above-average build?' That sounds a little innuendo-y." Alice flipped the pages, looking at Aka Moro's file and seeing a height of 6'3". "Hrm. Apparently these are accurate... Who's writing out these job applications and resumes these days?"

((These height measurements aren't confirmed; I just did some rudimentary assumptions assuming Skitts as a base (I assumed Skitts as 5'2"). I used my Norma Typesuit commission as reference.))

"Anyway... Hmm... Looks like you're due for an experimental mummification deal, which is said to be cozy..."

[Polyedit2000]

Venta and Aka Moro were frog-marched down the stairs.  They didn't argue back, mentally preparing themselves for the paddling to come.  They might be wrong.

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Lilith maintained a straight face thinking that she'd be let out when it was time to switch.  She only got a glance of the others leaving the room and wondered what they were doing.  "Hm-!  Hn! Hn! Hn!"    

A shift as she tried to lean reopened her to the reality of her situation and the sting of her bum, that what was being tested wasn't the wheel, it was her!

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"Experimental mummification?"  Diamont silently cursed Aka Moro for getting her hooked on mummification because curiosity won over caution.  "How is it cozy?"

[Flashlight237]

"Experimental mummification?"  Diamont silently cursed Aka Moro for getting her hooked on mummification because curiosity won over caution.  "How is it cozy?"

"Hmm... According to the document, it says it's a thousands-year-old method that's better at preserving the beauty of a person than traditional mummification, and no gross organ removal too," Alice replied. "Comfort is said to be felt pretty swiftly, and there is no risk of any biological ills."

[Hisbraingoingthrough]

Ernesta looked at aka moro then glared at her. “Aka moro your next, but first lets change you into something more fit for the water.” Aka moro was changed into a rubber mermaid suit that binded her feet and arms together.

[Polyedit2000]

Diamont's mind latched to one word.  "Preservation?  I'm not getting out, am I?"

Diamont tries to wiggle off the mechanical arm that's still gripping the back of her restraint.

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Aka Moro seems to have accepted her fate.  As the mechanical arm was still on the straitjacket that had been pulled off her, Aka Moro did a few wiggles on the floor, testing her new restraints.  "I could get used to this."

Meanwhile, Venta began to realize that each of them was receiving a different punishment, and the stories she'd read about mermaid bondage brought one question into mind.  "So...how long are these testings?"