Once everyone was in place the man simply slipped a long piece of wood in Rose's mouth and secured it. The thick wood spreading her lips and keeping her teeth apart looked obscene as it stretched her jaw wide.

Taking his time the man withdrew a long but very fine needle. The thing looked like stainless steel and glittered in the soft light. I had to grunt a little louder as once I slipped down the pole in me again. Ms. Nora took her time and outlined the consequences of the little task we had been set. I looked at Rose and then back at the sharp needle and began to cry hard. Ms. Nora dismissed my tears as simply of no importance and waited for an answer. I sobbed hard but then eventually I said softly "How about the forearm." It was the least possible painful place I could think off.

With a nod the man walked over to Rose and drove the needle into her arm. I watched her bounce and squirm and I nearly threw up. Or I would have done if I'd had anything to throw. Ms. Nora then walked up to me, "Ohh....Dido...ahh..Ms. Janice must have forgotten to tell you...if you don't answer very quickly, the pole inside you will discharge and shock you and then either go hot or cold. I'm told it's agony...so next time bitch....answer quickly".

I nodded and grunted much louder this time as I slipped further down the pole. I could hear the soft wet sucking sounds as I pulled myself back up and it slid out of me. I heard the man breathe softly and then withdraw a very fine needle. Short but very, very sharp looking. Without thinking I said quickly, "Upper leg." I was terrified and cried hard, and again the man drove the needle in. Again Rose bounced in the frame, the locks and fixings rattling as she moved.

The artist then drew out three longer needles and held them up. I swallowed hard and screamed about Rose's shoulder or upper arm. With a tight smile the man pushed the needles home and I heard Rose's muffled screams. She was thrashing wildly and her head was rocking from side to side. Ms. Nora came and stood between us. I screamed loudly as she then shocked me for in essence giving two options. I was in agony and I could feel the muscles in my legs vibrating once the shock had finished, with the strain of keeping me up the pole.

Ms. Nora shocked me again and again as she sat in her chair, "Dido, stop fucking me around...somewhere painful now." I sobbed, "...the left foot.." and watched in horror as the man simply drove home two very large needles right into the base and ankle of Rose's left foot. I then saw Rose go totally rigid and slump a little, sobbing and crying. I think I was crying too and I could see some the needles gleaming in the light. Ms. Nora then spoke again, "Right then Dido you little bitch, right nipple or left nipple." I stammered desperately then screamed again as I was shocked for being to slow. I managed to suggest the left nipple after I'd stopped screaming and then had to watch as the artist picked three long needles and slam them into Rose's left nipple. I know I sobbed hard when it happened and I watched as Rose went utterly rigid.

I realised why the plug was so large. Without it Rose would probably have sit all over the floor of the barn. I know I would have done. I had no doubt that I would have lost all control. Ms. Nora began to speak again but was cut short by Ms. Janice who spoke with an icy tone, "That's enough Nora. The girls have learned their lesson. Rose won't be quite so quick to go cock hunting without permission and Dido now knows she must ask permission for anything unusual." Ms. Janice then looked Ms. Nora right in the eyes, "Remember what we talked about in the bunker." With that, plus a quick nod to the tattoo artist she left the room.

Ms. Nora then stood, "Right girls.....think about this. Rose, the next time you drag your stupid, little sister along on a cock hunt, I will personally drive the needles into her and wire her up to the usual shock machine. And you will fucking well watch as I personally inflict pain on her....do you understand." I watched Rose nod and then cry. I was too terrified to cry. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she spoke, "Subs, get the little bitches cleaned up. Oh...leave Dido alone...but..." She turned to us with an icy bright smile, "Get the Artist here to get some makeup on to Rose. You pick the colours." With a soft giggle Ms. Nora then left us with Subs, the Artist and two servants.

I could not imagine how Rose felt but I felt as if I had been fucked raw by the big hard steel pole in me.