Hypnosyren hears both the clear voice in her head and a slightly muffled one very close to her ear<em>"I wouldn't worry about this one girls, she's already half trained herself with how she dealt with the Sisters of Damnation boys.  I think you can put her straight out for use without any conditioning"</em>then the hand on Syren's back leaves and only the harder to hear spoken words can be heard.<br/><br/>Moments later Syren watches the power suit women approach her and, thanks to her slightly delirious perception of things around her, doesn't put up any fight when the first sweeps her off her feet.  Syren spends the next couple minutes being carried tightly like an unruly princess through the facility, a position that eventually lets her figure out neither woman escorting her is actually wearing any clothing.  Both women are considered decent but that's only thanks to well placed strips of metal across their breasts and between their legs, neither of which are required for the exosuits.  Soon enough Syren is able to smell the heavy, musky scent of sex ahead of her.  Wherever these girls are taking her there will be plenty of men to continue using Syren's body for their own amusement and satisfaction.<br/><br/>Well, that's what Syren probably thought as the woman carrying her spins her around onto a bench and the pair get to work strapping her down faceup.  Syren's arms are firmly pulled to the sides and clamped in heavy duty manacles integrated into the bench itself with her hands hanging just far enough over the edge for some mobility.  Her legs are fully bent at the knees so more straps can keep them bound in a kneeling position against the bench and spread far enough for her to feel a slight breeze on her sopping wet snatch.  The center of the bench itself has straps to keep her from wiggling or arching her back too far, but doesn't do anything to prevent the bench itself from raising its padded center far enough to put Syren's breasts on prominent display for anyone standing in front of her head.  Then the collar that had been snapped around Syren's neck is hooked to the underside of the bench, forcing her head into a waist high position and giving her the perfect view of her captors glistening lips as the finishing touches are made.  Finally, Syren feels a woman's fingers digging their way into her pussy to fish out the still whirring vibrator, removing it so the machine under Syren can insert its own dildo into both holes.<br/><br/>When Syren is fully settled in place both women say their muffled goodbyes and leave, only to be replaced by another<span class="bbc_u">woman clad in what looks like a swimsuit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Zzz_holes_a_plenty_prep_girl.jpg)</span>who doesn't say anything at first.  Instead she waves her hand in front of Syren's face making it feel warm all over, then she uses her other hand to peel away all the now dried cum that had been caking Syren's face for who knows how long as if it were a face mask.  Now that Syren's face is clear of everything that was blinding and deafening her, she can clearly hear the room full of grunting and groaning men mixed in with moaning and gagging women all around her.  The woman finally steps aside with a bow and 'serving' wave low enough for Syren to see and says<em>"Welcome to your new home miss Hypnosyren.  You'll remain strapped to this device until you've repaid your debt through sucking cock and eating out cunts.  Each time you reach your quota you'll be promoted to a new position and, if I'm feeling generous, even be allowed to make a request now and then.  Until then I do believe your first customer is eagerly awaiting your mouth..."</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A visual aid for Syren's current predicament</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/Zzz_captive_1.jpg</div></div>