As always, the driver seemed to know where to go. He made idle small talk as they drove out of town, and as Lola was relatively decently dressed this time he managed to keep his eyes on the road.
"You're a busy girl, aren't you? Well got to pay the bills I suppose."
Of course he assumed she was a prostitute. He picked her up two or three times a day, and she was always dressed for work. One one occasion two men had accompanied her as she traveled between parties and she had spent the ride sat naked between them, masturbating them both simultaneously as the driver watched in his mirror.
The urban landscape shifted to a rural one as they made their way out of the city and before long were traveling on tight country roads. Shortly after that the car turned onto the driveway of a sprawling country manor. A party was clearly in full swing as the driveway was filled with parked cars - they all looked expensive. Other cars were arriving and dropping off well-dressed guests, and a doorman was checking invitations as they - mostly men, but a few women too - made their way through the front doors. Lola's taxi passed the front entrance, though and carried on along the path that led around the side of the mansion - the biggest house Lola had ever seen - and finally stopped at a much smaller entrance at the back.
"Here you go, miss, have fun," the driver said with a wink. Lola let herself out of the cab and knocked on the plain looking wooden door. Of course this was some sort of staff or servants entrance, she realised.
The door was opened by a rough-looking, squat man in a stained apron. "Get in, you're late." He barked at her. Once inside she found herself in what appeared to be a large kitchen. Nothing was being cooked here, but the room was bustling with people. Standing against one was Lola saw a group of around a dozen girls, all naked, all around her age and all beautiful. They were all standing with their hands behind their backs, and the shackles on their ankles suggested their wrists were cuffed, too. A man, also dressed in an apron was making his way along the line - he had got about half way so far - attaching painful looking devices to the girls which seemed to consist of two metal bars, one above and one below the breast, attached to some sort of ratchet mechanism. After clamping the breasts between the bars, the man turned a small crank on the side of the device several times which seemed to have the effect of crushing the breasts even more tightly. The girl currently being fitted with the device - a petite Asian-looking teenager with very large breasts for a girl of her size, broke down into sobs of tears as the clamp was tightened. Lola saw her legs buckle and thought she was going to fall, then when she didn't, she noticed that she, and the other girls, were all shackled to the wall behind them, by the collars they were wearing. Next, the man took what looked like a small silver tray and attached it to the front of the breast clamping device. It seemed to lock into place on the harness, and gave the impression that the girl's breasts were being carried on the tray. Thin cords from the outide edge of the tray - furthest from her body,ran up to the bars on the harness and help the tray in a horizontal position. A bit was forced into the girl's mouth, and strapped tightly behind her head. Before long Lola found herself shackled along with the other girls, with the same device painfully pressing her already bruised breasts. One thing Lola had noticed was that all of the other girls seemed to have flawlessly unmarked skin - so were perhaps not as used to this sort of treatment as she was. This feeling that she was somehow different was confirmed as the man fixing the devices to the women got to her, and drawled, "Ah, you're the special entertainment, aren't you? I think you're going to have a particularly unpleasant evening, miss."
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