"C'mon. Let's go for a walk," Jack said.

It was humiliating, not to mention nearly impossible to move in this position. Carefully, Rhonda waddled forward, one step at a time, her toes brushing over the carpeting as she waddled past the bureau toward the opened door. Her tits pressed against her upper thighs while her wrists and upper arms ached terribly! It was all she could do to keep from sobbing out loud as she moved through the doorway and out into the cooler hall. Her long hair swept over the tops of her feet as she continued to push one foot in front of the other, the iron bands rubbing her ankles raw by this time.

"That's it, right to the stairs."

She stopped. No, she wasn't going to set herself up for that one. All sorts of strange images flashed through her mind now, none of them particularly pleasant, as Jack kicked her hard in the ass. She grunted, pitching forward, banging her head against the wall. Still, Rhonda refused to budge.

"Stubborn as a mule, eh? Thought you'd be that type at the meeting," Jack said with some pleasure, moving around and grabbing her by the hair.

Rhonda shouted around the gag as she felt him grab a fistful of her hair and pull forward. She screamed again, pitching forward, waddling with her leg bands as he tore strands from her scalp. Salty tears sprang from her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks as she moved forward reluctantly. He pulled her like a horse around the corner, stopping as she poised herself at the top of the stairs.

"Now, we go down."

She stared wide-eyed at the steps, pushing back with all her might. She felt him pushing her down, his hands shoving hard against her ass. Tensing, her muscles like iron, Rhonda moved one leg down, her body pitching dangerously to the right. She felt her shoulder strike the banister hard, her body leaning heavily against the wall as she dragged her other foot down. One step! She had made only one step down, and she was already exhausted.