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Total Drama Universal Restraints Inn	By : Flashlight & Zetastrophe-Now Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 14143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Back at the inn, Ira went to the security system. He brought all 19 girls to the inn along with a motherly figure. It was time to keep them together until the end. Ira carefully thought through the situation, but it seemed that the best way to go is to prolong the vacation time of the girls who were at the inn long before Izzy. Ira pressed the button on the PA mechanism of the security system, ready to make an announcement to the girls.
“Attention all Total Drama females,” Ira said. “I am calling you to announce that your two-week vacations at Universal Restraints Inn officially starts now. If any of you girls were here the day before, that day was just a warm-up day that we granted you while you waited for the other girls to arrive. This applies to the mother of Gwen from Total Drama as well. If you're in the Angel Wing, then I hope you'll enjoy your stay. If you're at the Daemon Wing, just rest when given the chance to do so. Ciao!”
Ira turned off the PA system and walked out of the room. It was time for him to go to bed, or chair considering his lifestyle. When he returned to his office, he went to his private bathroom. He applied some toothpaste on a toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. Once finished, Ira spat out anything that was left in his mouth. Ira went to his chair, where he will sleep through the night.
In the morning, Ira woke up thanks to his alarm. He completed his daily routine, but he had something else in mind. Time to visit the last of my special guests, Ira thought. Ira walked out of his office, ready to start the day. Ira went downstairs, where the Angel Wing's main entrance resided. Ira went to the Angel Wing: where he will meet two of his special guests.
In the middle of the Angel Wing, Ira saw two of his nurses walking out of a room along with an array of muffled rambling.
“What's with the constant mumbling?” Ira said.
“Oh, we were making sure Staci's muzzle is secured,” said one of the nurses. “You should be able to safely shoot the breeze with her.”
“Alright then,” Ira replied, entering the room. Ira approached Staci, although he was not willing to remove her gag.
“Staci..,” Ira said. “I will regret asking this, but how was your stay last night?”
“Mmt wms nmmce,” Staci replied. “Ymm knmm, mm grmmt-grmmt-grmmt-grnndpmm Rmssel mmnvnnted pdded cmlls. Bffre hmm, mmntal mmsylum pmmshmmnts mmlwms mmnjrrd thmmsllves.”
In a confessional, Staci talked, or at tried to talk about her encountered with Ira.
“Ymm knmm,” Staci said. “Mmra mmy dmny mm fmmilmm's mmchmmvmnnts, bmt hmm's stll mm nmmce gmy whnn hmm ndds tm bm.”
“Why, exactly, did you give Staci a confessional?” Ira said. “Nobody wants to hear any of that junk.”
“It was in the script,” Chris replied.
“Script?” Ira retorted. “That paper is forged by Izzy, and besides, since when was this thing scripted.”
Back at the scene, Ira chuckled, unwilling to bear Staci's forgery. “You see,” Ira said. “This is why I left that gag on you. You rarely talk without chattering about your family's alleged achievements.”
Staci watched as Ira left the room. Ira shut the door and walked all the way down the hall. At the end of the hall, Ira came across Dakota's room. Upon opening the door, Ira caught sight of Dakota sitting in her throne along with a few maids cleaning the room. Ira walked along the red carpet in Dakota's room, coming face-to-face with the Bondage Princess herself. Ira removed Dakota's ball gag from her mouth.
“Good morning, Dakota,” Ira said. “How was your stay?”
“Let's just say that I love it,” Dakota said. “Say, how's Sam doing?”
“Sam is participating in a video game tournament, claiming that it's for you. No kidding,” Ira showed Dakota a picture of Sam from the tournament. In the picture, Sam wore a shirt with Dakota's face on it, surrounded by a heart.
“I hope Sam wins the competition.
“I'm sure he'll appreciate your support, Dakota.”
In a confessional, Dakota talks about Sam's motives.
“You know,” Dakota said. “I never thought I'd fall in love. I'll probably find someone who could give me a shirt with Sam's face on it.”
Back in the scene, Ira prepares to take his leave. “Well, I have to go now,” Ira said, gagging Dakota again. “I'll see you around.”
“Bym, Mmra!”
Ira left the room. He walked back down the halls of the Angel Wing. Once he exited the Angel Wing, Ira walked to the Daemon Wing. Ira greeted his brother before entering the Daemon Wing. The first thing Ira did was walk all the way to the solarium. Contrary to what anyone would expect from a solarium, the guests in the solarium are tied to giant rotisseries. Anne Maria was tied to one of the poles. Anne Maria was getting a nice treatment; her skin bore a nice, caramel color thanks to the heat.
“Lower Anne Maria,” Ira said. “I would like to have a word with her.”
“Yes, Magnum Master,” one of the dommes replied.
As Anne Maria was lowered from the heat lamp, Anne Maria felt a colder sensation on her body. Perhaps her time at the solarium altered her ability to sense heat and cold. As soon as Anne Maria's gag was removed, a question flew from her mouth.
“Magnum Master?” Anne Maria asked. “Do you own a gun or something?”
Ira sighed. “No,” Ira said in dismay. “That is just a title that came from my wife's strange mind. For some reason, most of my staff members decided to use the title, as well.”
In a confessional, Ira decides to talk about the title.
“The title 'Magnum Master' came from my only on-screen appearance back when I was worked at Deep Restraints Studio,” Ira said. “It had a western atmosphere in it, much like an old western town.”
A knock is heard from the confessional booth.
“Mr. Spooner!” a raspy voice called out. “You're set to give a speech at next week's alumni meeting!”
“Crap..!”
When Ira ran out of the confessional booth, the source of the raspy voice walked in; it was a man with a slumped posture. He had spiky, brown hair on his head, and he wore a lab coat on his body.
“Now, how does this thing vork?” the man said. “Oh yeah! Greetings, people. I am Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz. As you see, Mr. Spooner's silly recreational establishment inspired me to create a new weapon: the Latex-inator. Zis device allows me to douse liquid latex onto ze victim. With zis device, I will take over the world!”
Dr. Doofenshmirtz was later sucker-punched by his arch-nemesis: Perry the Platypus.
Back in the scene, Anne Maria and Ira are still shooting the breeze with each other.
“So, how was the treatment?” Ira asked.
“Well,” Anne Maria answered. “At first, I thought I was being cooked, but now, I realized that I'm in a solarium; a strange solarium.”
“Well, there's more where that came from,”
“What do you mean?”
Ira turned to the domme next to Anne Maria. “Release her. I'm sure our guest has yet to explore the wing.”
The domme released Anne Maria from the pole. Anne Maria was then gagged once more before she was taken out of the solarium. Ira followed the girls out of the solarium. He turned to his left and approached Jo. Jo was doing power punches on a bag while wearing a latex catsuit. Ira walked to Jo, then took her hood off.
“Good morning, Jo,” Ira said. “How was your stay?”
“Well,” Jo replied. “At least I get to keep myself in shape. You were lucky that I was attacked by a pair of darts.”
“You haven't seen anything yet, so good luck trying to get even with me.”
Ira put the hood over Jo's head once more. Ira turned around, only to see Izzy running through various doors, confusing a group of dommes in the process. Ira walked to the crowd and simply grabbed Izzy.
“Hey, Ira!” Izzy shouted.
“Um, hey there,” Ira replied. “Enjoying your vacation?”
“I sure am, Ira!”
Ira had a nervous tick from Izzy's enthusiasm. “Whoa, lighten up. Shouldn't you at least try some of the things the Daemon Wing had to offer? You've been making my employees dizzy for the past 30 minutes.”
“Oh, whoops! Sorry, Ira. You know, I'm probably going to make an attempt at breaking the inn record on the St. Peter's cross.”
“Really? A woman spent 16 hours tied on that thing without ejaculating, and nobody even came close to her.”
“Oh, it shouldn't be that bad. I'll be upside-down the whole time.”
“Well, good luck.”
With a gesture, Ira ordered a nearby domme to put Izzy on the cross. Ira walked away from the group and out of the Daemon Wing. At the lobby, Chris and Chef approached Ira. Chris bore a devious smirk, but Chef was indifferent about the situation.
“Well well,” Chris said. “I'm impressed. You managed to keep those girls busy. So, do you have any ideas on how to create some drama in this area?”
Ira sighed. He did not want to deal with Chris's antics at the inn. “Ms. Han!”
“Yes, Mr. Spooner?” Yui said.
“Show these two the exit.” Ira ordered.
“Chef?” Chris said. “Show this asswipe that I mean business.”
Chef charged at Yui, prepared to tackle her; however, will a well-timed roundhouse kick, Yui knocked Chef out. As Ms Han pulled Chef and Chris out of the inn, Ira walked upstairs while bearing a smile. Serves him right for trying to torment the girls, Ira thought.
Ira went back to the security system. As soon as he sat down, Ira began counting the Total Drama girls: one wing at a time. “Eleven at the Angel Wing and nine at the Daemon Wing,” Ira said. “I guess it's time to grant Lindsay's wish.”
Ira pressed a PA button and made a call to Yui. “Balance everything out,” Ira said.
“Mr Spooner,” Yui said. “The girls are fine where they were. Their designated areas fit their personalities.”
“About that, Lindsay has a crush on Heather. It's sort of a dominatrix-submissive relationship. I'd rather not send Heather to the Angel Wing, so I recommend putting Lindsay in the Daemon Wing.”
“Oh, now I see where you're getting at. I'll make the changes right away.”
Yui made the changes to the inn setup. She then wrote a note and put it on a cart carrying Lindsay's breakfast. The nurse who was assigned to take Lindsay's breakfast to her read the note. She called another nurse over and whispered the news about Lindsay's scheduled transfer into her ear. Both nurses went to Lindsay's room, taking the cart with them.
Lindsay sat in her bed watching My Little Pony. As soon as Lindsay heard the door open, Lindsay turned her head to the door.
“Your breakfast is here,” said one of the nurses.
Lindsay let one of the nurses help her to the table. She was then put in her chair. As soon as Lindsay's gag was removed, the nurses revealed her breakfast: a three-course meal featuring ham steak, sunny-side up eggs, and orange juice.
“Oh, and I have some important news for you,” said a nurse. “You're going to be transferred to the Daemon Wing at 8 PM tomorrow. I'm sure that you will meet up with Heather soon enough.”
“Ooh!” Lindsay said. “I'm sure we'd love to share our meals together.”
“Yeah, about that,” the nurse replied. “You won't be getting decent meals like this at the Daemon Wing; in fact, their meals are more... simplistic.”
“Oh... Well, could I at least have Heather's sweet nectar for dessert?”
“That could be arranged,” the nurse replied, preparing to feed Lindsay her breakfast.
The nurse alternated between the eggs and the ham. Lindsay allowed the nurse to feed her meal. After the meal is finished, Lindsay let the nurse put her gag back into her mouth.
“By the way,” the nurse who fed Lindsay said. “There's a little surprise under the Special menu that may catch your interest.”
“Thnnk ymm,” Lindsay replied.
As soon as the nurses left, Lindsay accessed the menu channel. The menu appeared much like the menu of a DVD. The options provided, however, were different. From top to bottom, the options in the menu were titled “Meals,” “Fitness,” “Recreation,” “Hygiene,” “Special,” and “Other.” Lindsay chose the “Special” option, which brought up another menu. In the menu, Lindsay noticed an option that allows her to visit her friends and foes. Upon choosing the option, Lindsay noticed two separate lists: one for the Angel Wing, and the other for the Daemon Wing. Lindsay's name, however, was grey rather than green. This meant that Lindsay was already in her room. Lindsay chose Beth's name, which brought up Beth's information.
“Beth, the Wannabe, may be unappealing, but her friendly personality makes up for her physical appearance,” the info stated. “She battled against Courtney and Heather because of their schemes, so do not bring any sort of mischief to her room.”
Lindsay booked the next appointment available. Ten minutes later, a nurse entered Lindsay's room with a small, red wagon.
In a confessional, Lindsay talks about the wagon.
“You know, I remember riding one when I was a little baby,” Lindsay said. “My neighbor used to pull me around whenever I wanted to ride it.”
Back in the scene, Lindsay got in the wagon, although it was a rather tight fit due to her body size. The nurse dragged the wagon across the hallway, where Beth's room resided. Upon taking Lindsay into the room, the nurse removed Lindsay's gag along with Beth's gag.
“Hey, Lindsay,” Beth said. “Why are you excited today?”
“Because, Beth,” Lindsay answered. “I get to stay in the Daemon Wing with Heather!”
Beth became worried about Lindsay. “Whoa, hold up there. This is nothing worth being excited about. Not only is Heather a complete pushover, but the Daemon Wing is torturous on many levels.”
“Silly Beth. Heather always dominated me in our many sessions and roleplays. What do I have to lose besides the opportunity to visit you and the other girls?”
“Your sanity? Come on, Lindsay. The Daemon Wing is a formidable area within the building, and it should be approached with caution.”
“Beth, I know you're worried about my health and wellness, but we're not dealing with Chris McLean here. We're dealing with Ira Spooner: a certified mad scientist. Ira isn't a total pushover, unlike Chris. Besides, I might have a chance to taste Heather's sweet nectar.”
“Uhh... Oookay then...”
“That's not all, Beth. I have a very high chance of being with Heather longer than I could as a guest of the Angel Wing.”
Beth nervously watched Lindsay wiggle her huge breasts in excitement. Beth then turned to the nurse. “Excuse me, ma'am,” Beth asked. “How long do these visits last? 10 minutes? 15?”
“Fifteen, dear,” the nurse replied.
“How long has it been?”
The nurse looked at her watch. “Fourteen minutes and fifty seconds.”
“Well, looks like you'll have to go soon. Goodbye, Lindsay!”
“Goodbye, Beth,” Lindsay said before allowing herself to be gagged again.
Lindsay rode the wagon back to her room. Upon being dropped off, Lindsay turned on the TV and went to her bed. Lindsay's moments were tracked by the security system. Ira, himself, was watching the scene, letting out a sigh. Ira turned his head to another screen on the system, noticing Chris attempting to climb the inn walls with suction cups. Ira presses the PA button and called for Chris's removal.
Outside the inn, Chris was making his first attempt at getting inside the inn. He put his hands on the walls, but he heard the sound of two bears growling from a distance. Chris ran as soon as he saw two bears dressed like Smokey coming after him. “Goddammit!” Chris yelled.
In a confessional, Chef takes a moment to talk about the bears.
“You know,” Chef said. “Those bears were well-trained animals. I would have liked them to be a part of my unit.”
“Uh, Chef?” Ira said. “You did, see?” Ira showed Chef a picture of two bear cubs at the training unit.
“Huh, no wonder why those guys were furry.”
Ira chuckled as he watched Chris running from the bears. Ira turned to another screen, which showed Heather spending some down time in her cell. Heather was sitting in the cot of her cell when a dominatrix opened her cell door. Heather walked up to the domme, wondering what she wanted. “Mmy mm hllp ymm?” Heather asked.
“Heather,” the domme replied. “It's time for you to take part in a newcomer's initiation ritual.”
“Hmm ms mt?”
“Well, there's one way to find out.”
The domme took Heather out of the cell. She then placed Heather in a relatively strange cart. The cart had a humanlike shape; in fact, the cart is actually an inmate taking on the form of a cart. The domme pushed the cart, earning curious glances from Gwen and Amy.
I'll have to ask one of the workers about this later, Gwen thought.
I think I'll ask Ira about those strange carts later, Amy thought.
A nearby domme whispered into Amy's ear. Amy hooked a leash to Gwen's collar and took her to the gate with her. They were followed by another domme, who took Courtney with her. As soon as the dommes and their submissives approached the gate, the gate opened, courtesy of Ira's brother.
In a confessional, Heather states her first impression of the situation.
“Okay,” Heather said. “I didn't sign up for any welcoming committee as far as I could tell.”
“Actually, you did,” Ira said. “That waiver you signed entitles you to anything the Daemon Wing has to offer. This includes the various methods and intensities of torture used against you and the erotic activities you'll engage in. There's also soap-wrestling on Friday nights.”
“Don't you mean mud wrestling?”
“Those are for Friday afternoons.”
“Ah, makes sense.”
Back at the scene, Gwen, Courtney, and Heather are taken out of the Daemon Wing. They were then taken to the lobby, where Ira stood.
“Greetings, Courtney, Gwen, and Heather,” Ira said. “You may be wondering why I brought you all here today. Well, I'll let your thoughts be answered through a little hands-on experience. Girls, unzip each of our guests' crotch zipper.”
The dommes unzipped each zipper, revealing Gwen's, Courtney's, and Heather's pussies.
“Now, look at the door in front of you,” Ira said.
Courtney, Gwen, and Heather looked at the Angel Wing's double-sided entrance. The door to their left opened, revealing Sky with a familiar girl hidden behind a china-doll mask. Heather immediately recognized the girl by the bandana on her head. Lindsay? Heather thought.
Sky took Lindsay to the crowd. Upon approaching the girls, Lindsay kneeled with a little assistance from Sky.
“Excuse me, Mr. Spooner,” Amy said. “Could you explain to me about those beveled carts?”
“It's a process involving a durable, yet comfortable, body cage and a little body configuration.”
“Oh, okay then.”
Sky removed the mask from Lindsay's face, revealing that Lindsay is wearing a blindfold under the mask. “Here's your sweet nectar, Lindsay,” Sky said, directing Lindsay to Heather's pussy.
As soon as Lindsay started eating Heather out, Gwen and Courtney turned to the scene. Courtney was disgusted by the intimate actions of the girls while Gwen was turned on by the lesbian action. Heather, herself, was experiencing pleasure from Lindsay's tongue. Heather's moans were mixed with an occasional, muffled F-bomb as she helplessly let Lindsay do her work. Heather held her orgasm for as long as she could, wanting to give Lindsay as much as she could. Eventually, Heather experienced an intense orgasm. Lindsay caught as much of Heather's cum as she could before swallowing it.
In a confessional, Heather expresses her last impression about the initiation.
“You know,” Heather said. “Having my pussy licked by my lovely sex slave, Lindsay, is probably the best thing about staying at the Daemon Wing of this strange hotel. It even beats being away from Chris McAsswipe. Man, just the thought it makes me... Oh!”
Heather jizzed on the toilet of the confessional booth. A domme pulled Heather out of the confessional, and Ira's brother wiped the seat with a sanitizing wipe.
Gwen watched as Lindsay licked her lips. “Uww..,” Gwen said. “Ms smmone hnngry?”
Lindsay nodded. Gwen spread her legs as wide as she could, wanting to give Lindsay some of her fluids. With Sky's assistance, Lindsay turned to her left. Another gentle nudge from Sky had Lindsay lick Gwen's pussy.
“Whtt mbmmt mm?” Heather asked.
“I think you'll be useful for something else..,” her domme replied.
The domme placed Heather in front of Courtney. She then made her kneel before removing Heather's gag. The domme then had Heather lean towards Courtney's pussy, prompting Heather to lick it. Lindsay and Heather enjoyed their meals. Gwen moaned from the oral contact; however, Courtney stubbornly tried to hold her moans and yelps. She bit down on her gag, trying to stay as firm as she could. Eventually, Gwen and Courtney came at the time.
“Did you think that I wasn't able to do it?” Heather asked confidently.
“Enjoy your appetizer, Heather?” Lindsay asked.
“Lindsay, revenge couldn't have tasted any sweeter.” Heather replied.
“Take our guests back to their wings,” Ira said. “It'll take nearly 15 minutes for human genitalia to recharge after an ejaculation.”
The meeting was dismissed, the submissives were gagged once more, and the girls went back to where they belonged. Upon entering the Angel Wing, Sky saw Rodney running into a room, Staci's to be exact. Is something wrong with Rodney? Sky thought.
Staci noticed Rodney's appearance in her room. Rodney, himself, began reciting a poem he wrote.
“Oh, Staci, my Staci,
With your demeanor so racy,
You have won my heart
in the form of spoken art.
Will you be my sweetheart?”
“Ymm nmm,” Staci said. “Mm grmmt-grmmt-grmmt-grmmt-grmmt-grnndpmm Wmmliam wrrmmt thmm frrst pmmem mn mmder lmmteratrr.”
Rodney giggled, then hugged Staci. “You know,” Rodney said. “A funny girl like you is beautiful in my eyes.”
Staci blushed, then lost track of what to say.
After putting Lindsay in her room, Sky went to Staci's room to check on Rodney, but Ira grabbed her wrist.
“What seems to be the problem, Mr. Spooner?” Sky asked.
“Sky,” Ira said. “I let Rodney in there to try to get Staci to put a lid on her lies.”
“But Ira, Rodney is very affectionate towards girls. I don't know why, he just is. Sure, Rodney and I are voluntary workers, but I think Rodney might be too focused on romance to do this.”
Rodney ran out of the room and went all the way down the hall.
“See what I mean?” Sky said.
Ira sighed. “I'll see what's up with him. Try to stay calm, okay?”
“Take as long as you need, sir.”
Rodney himself ran through the doors of Dakota's room. Dakota was enjoying her lunch, chicken drizzled in hollandaise sauce, when Rodney came to her.
“Can I help you?” Dakota said.
“Alas, Dakota,” Rodney said. “I failed to keep the chain that binds our hearts together strong. The chain has broke, and now we have fallen apart. Farewell, my princess!”
Rodney ran out of Dakota's room. Upon seeing Ira, Rodney stopped dead on his tracks.
“Rodney,” Ira said. “What is the meaning of this?”
Rodney sweated bullets as he stared nervously at Ira. Unable to hold his feelings any longer, Rodney finally let them out. “Oh, Mr. Spooner,” Rodney said. “I have been having a tough year. You see, I have been living with my father and brothers on a farm for a long time. It's hard for me to find the right girl, especially when there are plenty of fish in the sea.”
“Look, Rodney. If it's love you're looking for, then don't try to mess up my business during your search. There are many places in the world where you could look for love. I know it's hard, but you got to try making things easier on yourself and this hotel.”
“In that case, I'll take the ax. It's just, there are so many girls out there, it's difficult to keep track of them all.”
Ira watched Rodney run out of the wing. He heard one last sentence from Rodney.
“Total Drama Pahkitew Island, here I come!”
Ira sighed and walked back to Sky. Sky was in Staci's room, telling her about Rodney's romantic mix-ups, even comparing Rodney to Brock from the Pokemon anime.
“You certainly hit the nail on the head there,” Ira said. “Did you see how Rodney reacted? He just had an emotional moment and quit the job.”
“Well, I'll be honest with you,” Sky replied. “I brought him here to take him out of the farm and bring him into the city.”
Ira sighed. “This is not an urban area, Sky.”
“Oh...”
Ira walked out of the Angel Wing. He then went back to the security system of the inn. Upon arriving, he saw a broken bar on a fence in the palace's parapet through one of the screens. Ira pulled out a walkie-talkie, knowing that the intruder might hear him if he used the PA system. “Check the parapet for any sign of intruders,” Ira said.
At the parapet, two enforcers were surveying the area. They looked around for any evidence, and they found a dark blue shoe near the fence. One of the enforcers sniffed the shoe and identified the odor. The enforcer pulled out a walkie-talkie and prepared to report the situation. “Chris McLean and the big guy is back.”
“Damn it!” Ira replied. “Send a search party to the courtyard. I'll get a few of our guests to check the palace.”
Ira ran back to the Angel Wing. He went all the way down to the gym. Upon arriving, he saw Eva arm-wrestling Martha. Eva put Martha's arm on the table, proving herself to be victorious over Martha. “Ira,” Eva said. “What brought you here?”
“Eva,” Ira replied. “I have some bad news. Chris has entered the facility, and he plans on turning this hotel into a drama house!”
“WHAT!?!” Eva shouted. “Where is that bitch?!”
Eva stormed out of the gym, bent on searching and destroying Chris.
“Martha, get some sedative. You'll need to use it against Eva.”
“Will do!” Martha said, saluting Ira.
Martha went out of the gym, and Ira followed her out. Ira went to Leshawna's room. Upon arriving at Leshawna's room, Ira opened the door.
“Girls?” Ira asked. “Take off her restraints. She'll need to be changed.”
The nurses removed Leshawna's restraints as directed.
“Already?” Leshawna said. “What made you want to free me?”
“Leshawna,” Ira said. “I kicked Chris and Chef out because they started scheming, but Chris broke in along with Chef. I had my nurses remove your restraints because I'll need to have it modified for the situation.”
“Is anyone else on the lookout?”
“Well, Eva put herself on a search-and-destroy mission related to the guy. I won't recommend running into her along the way.”
“Okay then.”
“Oh, and here's something to keep you covered.”
The nurses give Leshawna a catsuit similar to the one wore by Samus Aran. Leshawna took the suit and put it on her body. She looked at her hands, noticing that they were free.
“Good luck, Leshawna,” Ira said.
Ira left Leshawna's room. He walked down the hallway and exited the Angel Wing once more. Ira went to the Daemon Wing, searching for Jo. Ira met up with Jo, who was still doing some punches at the bag. Ira ordered a nearby domme to take Jo's hood off.
“You again?” Jo said. “What do you want this time?”
“Jo,” Ira answered. “Chris has returned and wants to turn the inn into a drama boat.”
“Why are you telling me that?”
“Because, Jo, I'll need you to search for him in the Daemon Wing. That suit you're wearing utilizes a sort of magic that transforms itself into a zero suit.”
“Zero suit?”
“Have you ever seen the Metroid series? It's that catsuit that Samus wore. Here, I'll show you.”
With a poke on the small of Jo's back, Jo's suit changed into the aforementioned catsuit.
“Girls? Provide our guest with some assistance.”
“Will do, Magnum Master.”
Ira facepalmed. He walked away from the girls, disgruntled by the title they gave him. Ira approached his brother, who was still standing by the door.
“Brother,” Ira said. “Keep an eye out for Chris and Chef. I'll check the Angel Wing for any intrusions.”
“You have my word, brother.”
Ira went to the Angel Wing. Upon entering the wing, Ira pulled out a walkie-talkie. “Did you find anything yet?” Ira asked.
“Nope,” Leshawna asked. “No sign of that douchebag yet.”
“Well, keep looking. He has got to be in this building somewhere.”
Ira continued searching the area. It seemed that the Angel Wing is empty, although it might be because of the wing is resistant to sound. Upon passing by Lindsay's room, he heard sexual moans from the blonde. “What was that?” Ira said.
Ira opened the door, catching sight of Chris having sex on the bed with Lindsay.
“Chris..,” Ira said, voice rising. “Unhand that girl or you'll be eating with a straw for the rest of your life!”
“Shit..!” Chris said, pulling his condom-covered dick out of Lindsay's pussy and hastily pulling his pants up. “This isn't what it looks like!”
Chef appeared behind Ira, but Ira took notice of Chef's shadow. Ira did a sweep across Chef's legs and caused Chef to fall down. Ira then turned to his left, taking notice of Leshawna in the hall.
“What's going on here?” Leshawna asked.
“I just found Chris,” Ira said. “Speaking of which... Girls! Take this country-club caveman to the Daemon Wing!”
A couple of nurses grabbed Chris and pulled him away from the group. Chris, however, was trying his best to release himself from their grips.
“You'll regret being boring!” Chris yelled.
Chef pushed himself up. He then walked away from Ira. “Why do I even bother?” Chef said.
Boring my ass! Ira thought. I try to make these girls comfortable, yet you try to take it away from them. Leave them alone, Chris!
The nurses hand Chris over to Ira's brother, who promptly takes Chris inside. Ira's brother then strips Chris and chains his hands to a hook on a suspension device.
“Girls!” Ira's brother said. “Give this guy a round of punishment!”
As soon as Ira's brother left, the Total Drama girls who were present in the Daemon Wing at the time went to see Chris's situation, except Jo. Izzy, however, was holding a whip, as if her training was starting at that time.
In a confessional, Izzy explains why she is not bound.
“I took that challenge,” Izzy said. “But I was too excited. I only lasted ten minutes on that cross.”
Back at the scene, Izzy grabbed onto a roulette. The roulette has two wheels: one for the punishment, and the other for the number of times the punishment is applied. Before the girls began tormenting Chris, Chef broke in.
“Stop!” Chef shouted.
Everyone turned to Chef, worried about what he might do. Chris, however, was relieved by Chef's appearance.
“Phew!” Chris said. “Thanks, Chef Ha--”
“I get first shot!” Chef shouted.
Chef spun the wheel, much to everyone's surprise. The wheel landed on a paddle with the number 8. Chef walked up to Chris and gave his as eight whacks. The girls stared at each other in confusion, wondering why Chef even did that.
“Meh,” Chef said. “I knew Chris was taking it too far. I'm surprised he didn't violate the terms of his parole.”
Chef walked out of the wing. Izzy took the next spin. Izzy spun the wheel and prepared the whip for ten lashes.
“One, two,” Izzy said, whipping Chris in the process. “Izzy's coming for you. Three, four, lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again.”
“Ack!” Chris yelped. “What are you doing to me?!”
“What's the matter, Chris?” Courtney mockingly asked, approaching the roulette. “You don't like your own medicine?”
Courtney spun the wheel, but the punishment Courtney gave Chris was rather small: two zaps from tasers. Courtney giggled as she watched two dommes zap Chris on the chest.
In a confessional, Yui takes note of Courtney's adjustment, comparing her to Blaineley.
“Courtney and Blaineley both have the same first impression of the inn,” Yui said. “But given their differing situations, I'll give Courtney five days before she gets used to the Inn's methods. On the other hand, it might take at least six days for Blaineley to adjust given her attitude towards Chris.”
Back at the scene, Courtney was standing near the wheel, still giggling at Chris.
“You're up, Gwen!” Courtney said.
“I'll need to rest for a bit,” Gwen said. “Our resident sweet tooth just ate at the Y over here.”
Heather licked her lips. “Out of the way, Court!” Heather said. “This bitch is itching to make Chris McLean her bitch.”
Courtney shook her head and walked away from the wheel. Heather took a spin, and the wheel landed on a vibrator, the second wheel landing on 5. A vibrator was placed in Chris's ass and was set on 5 out of 10. Chris bit his lower lip, trying to hold back his shouts.
Blaineley was the next one to go. Her diaper was exposed, but Blaineley did not care about the giggles thrown at her. Instead, she spun the wheel and hoped Chris would get what he deserved. The wheel landed on the whip again, this time with the number 5 associated with it.
“Five more lashes, you say?” Izzy asked rhetorically. “Will do!”
Izzy cracked the whip five more times, creating a pentagram on Chris's butt.
“Nice work,” said a nearby domme.
“Thanks,” Izzy replied. “It took months of practice.”
Gwen got up and walked to the wheel. “This is for constantly tying me to the competition!” Gwen said, spinning the wheel. The wheel landed on a paintball gun with the number 9. “Nine? That number reminded me of someone.”
The paintballs were shot at Chris. The first eight were shot to form the shape of the letter “D”, but the last one shot exploded on Chris's back, leaving behind a green skull.
“What?” Duncan said, cocking the paintball gun. “You expected me to just sit here and watch?”
The girls just shrugged. Just then, Jo arrived at the scene, still bent on searching for Chris. “Hey, girls!” Jo shouted. “I found Chris!”
“Take a closer look at the situation!” a domme shouted.
Jo looked around, seeing her roommates standing near the wheel. “Uh... What's going on here?”
“We're just giving Chris a little taste of payback,” Gwen said.
“Come on, Jo,” Anne Maria said. “Spin the wheel!”
“Well,” Jo replied. “At least he'll get some sort of payback for this.”
Jo spun the wheel, which landed on darts and the number four. A domme blew four darts at Chris's butt, using a blowgun to shoot them. After that, Megan approached the wheel, ready to spin it.
“Excuse me, ma'am,” Jo said. “Who are you?”
“I'm Megan,” Megan replied. “I happen to be Gwen's mother.”
“You're kind of tall, Meg.”
“I'm seven-foot-five, dear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I got to punish a certain host for torturing my daughter and her friends.” Megan spun the wheel, guaranteeing five more taser shots onto Chris's body. Megan then walked to Gwen, rubbing her back. “Are you feeling better, dear?”
“I'm fine, mom,” Gwen replied.
Sierra glared at Chris. “You're going down, Christian McLean!” Sierra shouted.
Sierra spun the wheel forcefully. The wheel, once again, landed on the whip; this time, with the number 6 associated with it. Sierra watched as Izzy whipped Chris. “That's what you get, Chris!” Sierra shouted.
Anne Maria approached Chris. She kneeled on the ground, eying Chris's penis. She reached out for Chris's dick, but Izzy slapped her hand away. “What was that for?” Anne Maria whined.
“You're supposed to spin the wheel, not give Chris a handjob!” Izzy replied.
“Do what she says, you Jersey whore!” Heather shouted.
“Whatever, Ms. Mouth!” Anne Maria replied.
Anne Maria reluctantly spun the wheel. When the wheel stopped, Anne Maria looked up, only to see it landing on ice cream with the number 7. “Seven scoops of ice cream?” Anne Maria said. “What kind of punishment is that?”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Chris said. “Finally, I get a break.”
A couple of dommes arrived with the ice cream: seven liters in all. Upon seeing the amount of ice cream brought over, Chris's good mood began to fall.
In a confessional, Chris had just four words to say.
“This won't end well..,” Chris said.
Back at the scene, Izzy attached a funnel gag to Chris's mouth and secured it around his head. Izzy then ordered the girls to back up, which they promptly did. The dommes scooped the ice cream down the funnel. The rate in which the scoops are given to Chris gave Chris a headache, a brain freeze to be precise. After consuming little more than half of ice cream, Chris's vomit flew out the gag like water from a fountain.
In a confessional, Scarlett talks about Chris's sudden puke cascade.
“The human stomach could hold up to a gallon of food, give or take,” Scarlett said. “After that, the body forces the stomach to push food through the esophagus and out the mouth, causing a person to vomit.”
Back at the scene, the dommes stood clear of Chris before continuing to feed him. Once Chris's body is relaxed, the dommes went back to feeding Chris the dairy treat. The dommes were finished, and Chris's gag was removed. After that, Chris was removed from the device. Chris ran out of the Daemon Wing as fast as he could. Upon leaving inn premises, Chris ran into a police officer. The cop wrote a ticket for Chris and put it on Chris's crotch.
At the Daemon Wing, the girls cheered, celebrating their victory. Afterwards, Izzy and Jo had the girls go back to where they were before they were freed. Gwen, however, had an idea; she approached a nearby domme with curiosity controlling her mind.
“Pardon me, ma'am,” Gwen said. “Do you know where guests could be 'transformed' into carts?”
“I figured that the process would catch your fancy,” the domme said. “Come.”
The domme walked to a room within the Daemon Wing, with Gwen following her. The domme opened the door and showed Gwen the contraption that does all the work.
“Care to try it out?” the domme asked.
“Is there room for one more, or is the roster full?” Gwen replied.
“I think there's room for another.”
“Well, in that case, let's get this machine working.”
The domme pointed at a cage held by a frame. “Okay, dear. Step in that cage.”
Gwen stepped a the cage, and the domme helped her get into position before binding her limbs to the cage. The domme then went to the controls and put her hand on a lever.
“Are you ready, Gwen?” the domme said.
“Hey, what's your name?” Gwen asked.
“Paula,” the domme answered.
“Okay. I'm ready when you are, Paula.”
Paula started the machine, which took Gwen in. First, the machine put a couple vibes, one for each of her pelvic holes. The machine then tightened the cage around Gwen's body and secured her inside. As the machine did, the cage transformed into a tight, sturdy sheath around Gwen's body. Finally, the machine adjusted and bent her limbs, turning Gwen into a comfortable chair. Handlebars were attached to Gwen's arms, and wheels were attached to Gwen's body. Gwen went out of the machine in her temporary cart form. Paula grabbed Gwen's handlebars and wheeled her out of the room.
Hours later, Ira walking to Beth's room. Ira opened the door and approached Beth. Ira removed Beth's gag, preparing to tell Beth about Lindsay.
“Ira?” Beth said. “What brought you here?”
“Beth,” Ira said. “As you may know, Lindsay will be going to the Angel Wing at 8 PM tomorrow.”
“Is it because of Lindsay's attraction towards Heather? It isn't anything new, really.”
Ira sighed. “Beth, it's not because Lindsay has a crush on Heather. The reason lies on the other side of the relationship. Heather seems to have a desire for Lindsay's bodily fluids. I, myself, believe that Heather belonged to the Daemon Wing considering that she's a pushover, but to give her what she wants, I decided to have Lindsay stay in the Daemon Wing.”
“Well, breast milk is out of the question, so maybe Heather wanted a little oral contact with Lindsay.”
Ira put his hands up. “Hey, don't look at me. It was their decision, not mine.”
“But you do have an idea on how to let Lindsay say goodbye to me and my friends at the Angel Wing, right?”
“That I do. I was thinking about having the girls spend the night together for some sort of slumber party. I won't bother with Staci and Eva though. Eva, as you may know, is too intimidating to spend time with, and Staci, well... Staci may be friendly, but I don't think either you or your buddies would want to deal with tall tales about her ancestors.”
“Makes sense. As for the slumber party, I'm all for it. Besides, Lindsay can't leave without saying 'Goodbye' to everyone.”
“Nice. Well, it's almost sunset. I'll get things set up. Take care.”
“You too, Ira.”
Ira gagged Beth and went out of Beth's room. Ira saw Sky, who was about to bring dinner to Katie and Sadie. “Sky,” Ira said. “Set things up for the slumber party. I'll check the parapet for any other intrusions.
“Gotcha, Mr. Spooner,” Sky replied.
Ira walked out of the Angel Wing, then went upstairs. Upon entering the security room, he checked the parapet. The parapet was empty, save for a lone squirrel eating a nut. Ira then received a call from the pet ward. “What now?” Ira asked.
“Magnum Master,” the nurse said. “Dawn appears to be capable of telepathy. What are your orders?”
“Really?” Ira sighed. “Equip yourselves with the Null. It'll prevent the telepathic and telekinetic signals from messing with your minds.”
The nurses within the pet ward equipped the Null, protecting them from the telepathic signals emanating from Dawn's mind. The signal, however, came from a conversation between Dawn and a male visitor.
“So,” the visitor said. “How does it feel being a pet?”
“Well, Daniel,” Dawn replied telepathically. “Technically, it's the middle ground when it comes to being in the Angel Wing, and I'm talking in terms of freedom. The room you came from is a standard room, which basically grants you access to anything the Angel Wing offers. Where I'm at, I have more freedom of movement, if you call occasionally being carried in a basket movement, but I'm basically expected to behave more like a pet. Lastly, there's the maximum security facility. Basically, you have the least amount of freedom in a maximum security cell: basically, you're heavily restrained, and unless someone else has control of your cell, you're stuck like that.”
“Nice explanation. So, you think you'll be spending a nice vacation here?”
“I believe that my vacation will work out differently compared to yours and the 'pets' in this ward.”
“How?”
“As far as I can tell, I'll take part in various events with the other Total Drama females.”
A nurse arrived with Gwen, who was still in her cart form. Daniel took notice of this and prepared to leave.
“Well, Dawn, it was nice meeting you, but I have to go now. Take care.”
“Okay, bye Daniel.”
“Goodbye, Dawn.”
Daniel got onto the cart, or Gwen's body, however one wishes to perceive it. The nurse pushed the Gwen-mobile out of the ward. The nurse passed by Sky, who was getting everything organized.
“Let's see..,” Sky said to herself. “I got the basic idea for the party, and I already planned on using sleepsacks for the invited girls, but what I need to do is find a place to set the party up. Maybe Dakota could let us use her room for the party.”
Sky went to Dakota's room, taking her clipboard with her. Sky opened the door to Dakota's room and went inside. Sky removed Dakota's gag from her mouth, allowing Dakota to communicate with her.
“Hello there,” Dakota said. “How's your day going?”
“My day is going well,” Sky replied. “Anyways, is it okay for us to set up a slumber party in your room?”
“Is it for a special occasion?”
“Yeah, if you call the reason behind it special. You see, Lindsay is going to the Daemon Wing tomorrow at 8 PM.”
“Well, I'll have it set up here. We all need to give Lindsay the best time she will have in this wing before she has to go.”
Sky bowed to Dakota. “Thank you, dear.”
Sky put Dakota's gag back into her mouth before leaving the room. I'll have to tell the other girls about the part, with the obvious exception of Staci and Eva, Sky thought. Beth already knows about the part so I won't have to worry about her. I'll have Dakota and Lindsay sleep with each other in Dakota's bed while the others will sleep in sleepsacks. That will work. I'll go tell Dawn about the party.
Sky went to the pet ward, which turned out to be close to Dakota's room. Sky, however, did not equip the Null before entering the pet ward. Dawn noticed Sky's appearance by Sky's thoughts about the slumber party.
“I see you've came to tell me about a party,” Dawn said telepathically. “But something tells me that one of our own must be hardy.”
“Well,” Sky replied. “Yeah...”
Bridgette crawled over to the girls as if she's following Dawn's telekinetic signal.
“Bridgette wants to know about the aforementioned events, Sky.”
“Thank you, Dawn.”
Bridgette lightly nuzzled at Sky's legs.
“Girls, Lindsay will be transferred to the Daemon Wing tomorrow at 8 PM. While you may believe that Lindsay's affection towards Heather may be an underlying cause, Heather also wants to have her way with Lindsay. Basically, we organized the party to give the girls a chance to say 'Goodbye' to Lindsay. Staci and Eva, however, were not invited due to their possible negative impact on the party.”
Bridgette turned to Dawn.
“It's cool, Bridge,” Dawn told Bridgette.
Bridgette crawled over to a spelling device and simply typed “Yes” on it.
“We'll be there,” Dawn told Sky.
“Thank you, Dawn,” Sky said.
Sky left the pet ward, then went to Leshawna's room. Leshawna was enjoying a relaxing bath in a Jacuzzi when Sky entered her room. A nurse was massaging Leshawna's shoulders as Leshawna sat in the tub's warm waters. The nurse removed Leshawna's hood as soon as Sky approached Leshawna.
“Hey, Leshawna,” Sky said.
“Hey, how's it going, girl?” Leshawna asked.
“Things are going well. Listen, there's a slumber party planned for you and the Total Drama girls within the Angel Wing.”
“A slumber party?”
“Basically, Lindsay's going to the Daemon Wing at 8 PM tomorrow. Lindsay and Heather have this thing for each other.”
“Please tell me you're joking, because that Asian skunkbag's a bitch.”
“No, I'm not kidding. You see--”
Sky whispered Lindsay's lesbian attributes into Leshawna's ear, then gave Leshawna a couple hand signals: Sky pointed at her own tongue and gave Leshawna the hand signal for the letter Y.
“A BDSM relationship between Heather and Lindsay?” Leshawna said. “And someone's been performing cunnilingus in this building?”
“Heather.”
“Well, I'll go to the blonde's slumber party. Where is it at?”
“Dakota's room. It's just past the pet ward, but our staff will take you there.”
“Oh, cool. Well, take care, okay?”
“I will, Leshawna.”
Sky put Leshawna's hood back over her head. She left the room, making sure she's still on the right track. Sky walked down the hall until she reached “the neighborhood”: a spot with the rooms of Beth, Lindsay, and Katie and Sadie. Sky went in Lindsay's room first, as Lindsay is the girl who the slumber party is created for. Sky removed Lindsay's gag from the her mouth.
“Hey, Sly.” Lindsay said. “How's it going?”
“First of all, it's Sky,” Sky replied. “Second of all, we understand that you will leave this wing within the next 24 hours, so we decided to have your Angel friends gather at Dakota's room and enjoy a slumber party with you just so they could say their goodbyes to you.”
“Well, that's nice of Daria.”
“Dakota.”
“Besides, what's a departure without saying goodbye to the one who's leaving?”
“Yeah. Hey, is it okay if I squeeze your breasts?”
“Go ahead, Sky.”
Sky squeezes Lindsay's breasts, causing Lindsay to moan. My.., Sky thought. Those are real.
“You like what you feel?”
“Yeah. I'll be honest, I wasn't sure if they were real. That's why I asked for your consent before I touched your large tits.”
“I get that sometimes.”
“Well, enjoy the rest of you moments at the Angel Wing, Lindsay.”
“Okay, bye!”
Sky put Lindsay's gag back in her mouth. Once again, Lindsay jiggled her large breasts in excitement: this time about the party.
“Right..,” Sky responded, closing the door to Lindsay's room. Sky went to Katie's and Sadie's room. Sky removed both of the girls' gags. Well, looks like I'll knock two birds with one stone, Sky thought.
“Good evening!” Katie and Sadie said unanimously.
“Good evening, girls,” Sky replied. “Basically, Lindsay will be leaving this wing at 8 PM tomorrow, so Mr. Spooner decided to have you girls come to a slumber party, mainly to give you girls a decent chance at saying 'Goodbye' to her, especially with the girls' appointment schedules.”
“That makes sense,” Sadie replied. “We were expecting to have visitors talk with our friends and foes every now and then.”
“At least we get to spend time with Lindsay before she goes away,” Katie followed.
“I'm glad you understood, girls,” Sky said, preparing the gags. “I'll see you later!”
“Bye, Sky!” Katie and Sadie replied unanimously.
Sky gagged the two besties. She then left the room and closed the door. Sky walked all the way to Zoey's room. Okay, Sky thought. Just one more girl and I'll get the party set up.
Sky entered Zoey's room, ready to tell her about the party. Sky removed Zoey's gag since Sky knew she needs Zoey's thoughts on the party.
“Hey, Zoey,” Sky said. “I got good news and bad news for you,”
“What happened?” Zoey asked.
“Well, the good news is you'll be sleeping with your friends tonight. The bad news is Lindsay will be taken to the Daemon Wing at 8 PM. Basically, it's about Lindsay's relationship with Heather.”
“What kind of relationship?”
“Outside of this inn, it's a connection between a dominatrix and a sex slave.”
Zoey raised an eyebrow. “A BDSM relationship, huh? That's interesting. Well, I know the Daemon Wing will be harsh on her, but the least I could do is spend some time with Lindsay.”
“That's nice of you. I'll set up the slumber party. I'll see you later.”
“Okay, bye!”
Sky gagged Zoey once more. Sky left the room and a sigh of relief came from her mouth. In a confessional, Sky talks about her recent task.
“I'll be honest,” Sky said. “My drive to be a Olympic medalist led me to being a hardworking member of the inn. I even got last month's Employee of the Month certificate for my contributions to the inn and the endeavors I pulled off.”
Back at the scene, Sky approached a nearby nurse, Ella to be exact. “I'll get the sleepsacks set up,” said Sky. “Could you do me a favor and get Dakota's room ready for the slumber party?”
“Sure,” Ella replied
“Thank you,” Sky replied.
Sky exited the the Angel Wing. At the lobby, Sky accessed a secret elevator. She entered the elevator and typed “-1.” The code took the elevator to the inn's topmost storage basement: one of 200 floors below the ground. Upon exiting the elevator, Sky looked through the inventory of the basement. The inventory was filled with many of the inn's restraints. Sky walked all the way down one of the aisles, noticing a set of latex sleepsacks to her right. Sky checked the size of each sleepsack. Sky took the the sleepsacks that were deemed fitting for the girls and carried them back to the elevator. The elevator took her back to the lobby after Sky entered the code “0”.
In a confessional, Sky talks about how the elevator worked.
“Basically,” Sky said. “The level number is simply determined by the formula n-1, in which n is the floor number. The number 0 means 'ground level.'”
Sky carried the sleepsacks out of the elevator: seven in all. Sky entered the Angel Wing and carried the sacks down the hall. Sky reached Dakota's room, but she had to knock on the door with her foot. Sky heard Ella on the other side, who was humming “Come Fly With Us” from Total Drama World Tour. Ella opened the door and let Sky in.
“How come you didn't use a cart, Sky?” Ella asked.
“I gotta keep up my strength, Ella,” Sky said, putting the sacks on the ground. “Maybe some day, I'll get a medal from the Olympics, whether it's bronze, silver, or gold.”
“I can understand.”
Sky separated the sleepsacks from the pile they were in and laid them down in an organized matter. “Wanna help me bring the girls to this room?”
“Sure,”
Ella and Sky left Dakota's room. One by one, the girls were taken to Dakota's room, with the exception of Lindsay, who was saved for last. Lindsay was in her bedroom, watching TV when Sky entered Lindsay's room.
“Lindsay,” Sky said. “The party's about to begin.”
“Ymm!” Lindsay responded through her gag.
Lindsay walked up to Sky and waited for Sky to make hr move. Sky put a blindfold over Lindsay's eyes before picking her up. Sky carried Lindsay out of the room, closing the door with her foot in the process. Sky walked down the halls of the Angel Wing with Lindsay in her arms. Upon arriving at Dakota's room, Sky put Lindsay down. Sky helped Lindsay stand up before opening the door. Lindsay's eyes widened in surprise as soon as her blindfold was removed. Except for Dakota, all of her buddies from the Angel Wing sat on the floor. They were not in their sleepsacks; instead, they were wearing their restraints, save for the gags (and hoods if they were used as gags.)
“I'll give you girls 15 minutes to chat with each other,” Sky said, removing Lindsay's gag.
“Thank you,” Lindsay said, entering the room.
Sky simply leaned a wall in Dakota's room. Lindsay looked at the room, marveled by the regal appearance of the room. She looked down on the floor, taking a look at the sleepsacks.
“By the way,” Sky called out. “You'll be sleeping with Dakota tonight!”
“Okay then!” Lindsay called back.
Lindsay walked to Dakota's bed. The bed's size was not different from the other beds of the inn; it was a queen-sized bed. Lindsay sat beside Dakota and turned to her. “Nice room, Delilah,” Lindsay said.
“Thanks,” Dakota replied. “By the way, I'm Dakota.”
“Oh..,”
Suddenly, Lindsay's buddies had some questions for the dumb blonde herself.
“It seems that you're excited about your upcoming departure,” Dawn said. “Why is that?”
“Well,” Lindsay replied. “The thing is, Heather and I have a lesbian relationship involving BDSM and such. Oh, and we both want something that we couldn't necessarily get from each other if we remained separated.”
“Really?” Zoey added. “What is it?”
Dawn whispered into Zoey's ear.
“Whoa!” Zoey said. “Sex in a hotel?”
“Try doing that stuff in the bathroom or at a drive-in theater,” Leshawna told Zoey. “So Lindsay, do you know how dangerous the Daemon Wing will be?”
“Don't worry, LeFonda,” Lindsay said. “This isn't Chris or Mal we're dealing with. We're in a five-star hotel supported by a mad scientist.”
“You have a point there..,” Leshawna said.
“Did you enjoy any of the activities the Angel Wing had?” Bridgette asked.
“Well, I visited Beth when I heard the news about my scheduled departure,” Lindsay said. “By the way, what does 'aquatic' mean?”
“It's a word that describes water-based activities. What? Did they have that?”
“I saw something that said 'aquatic activities.' I didn't know what it meant, so I left the menu.”
In a confessional, Bridgette talked about the aquatic activities.
“How was I supposed to know that the inn allows guests to take part in aquatic activities?” Bridgette said. “I couldn't see worth a darn through that hood.”
“Uh, Bridge?” Ira replied. “All you had to do was ask if you could explore any of the activities outside the pet experience you were given.”
Bridgette blinked twice. “Oh...”
Back at the scene, Katie and Sadie prepared questions for Lindsay.
“You think you'll enjoy the Daemon Wing?” Katie said.
“Are you afraid of what they'll do to you at the Daemon Wing?” Sadie said.
“Sadie,” Lindsay said. “Unless they decide to give me a bad haircut, there's nothing to worry about aside from the restlessness of the environment. I'll enjoy spending time at the Daemon Wing, especially since I have a chance of being with Heather longer than I could as a member of the Angel Wing. As for you, Katie, I think I answered your question while I was talking to Sadie.”
“Do you think you'll have a chance to visit us once you're in the Daemon Wing?” Beth asked.
“I'm positive that I won't,” Lindsay said. “But I am certain that the other way around is possible. That and I might end up being used for sexual entertainment.”
“Not only that,” Dawn added. “There is a possibility that all of us will end up participating in some of the Inn's activities together. This includes the girls over at the Daemon Wing.”
“Oh..,” Beth replied.
“Oh, Lindsay?” Dakota said, crossing her legs. “Did you have to do anything before you got a chance at being transferred?”
“Just one thing,” Lindsay said. “I ate out Heather and Gwen. I couldn't see them because I had a blindfold over my eyes, but I could hear them moaning as I did wonders with my tongue. Courtney was there, but Heather dined at her Y.”
“Well, that was strange,” Dakota replied.
The fifteen minutes were over. Sky undid the girls' restraints one by one, with the exception of Lindsay's and Dakota's. In due time, Sky put Beth, Bridgette, Dawn, Katie, Leshawna, Sadie, and Zoey in each sleepsack. Sky zipped each zipper halfway up, then turned to Lindsay.
“What do you say, Lindsay?” Sky asked.
“Good night, girls!” Lindsay called out.
“Good night, Lindsay!” the girls replied.
Sky zipped each girl inside her sleepsack. She then strapped each sleepsack tightly, securing them inside. Sky then got up and pulled a lip-locker gag (a double-strap ball gag) from a pocket in her uniform. Sky put the gag in Lindsay's and Dakota's mouth and strapped the girls' heads together. “Good night, girls,” Sky said.
Sky left the room, letting the girls spend the night together. Dakota and Lindsay laid down together, making out with each other before sleeping. Eventually, the girls fell asleep, thus ending their first day at Universal Restraints Inn.

Author's Notes: Phineas and Ferb, the fictional universe Universal Restraints Inn is actually in; and Total Drama Island were aired at the same year. This would mean that both series' debut seasons possibly took place in 2007. In Total Drama's timeline, Dr. Doofenshmirtz is 51 years old considering that this story takes place between Total Drama All Stars and Total Drama Pahkitew Island. To be precise, the story takes place around the time period of Beardo's audition tape.
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