The chair was just a wooden chair, with some simple, and some not-so-simple, adjustments to it. The base of the chair had a slot in it, where a metal dildo, about 7 inches long could be moved around for use in whichever orifice was deemed best and be set to be comfortable or not so comfortable. The dildo was also hollow in the middle, where a tube could be placed for use as either a catheter or an enema, and was also a vibrator which could be set to be on or off, or to switch on at random intervals. The sitter would be have straps placed on their ankles to attach them to the chair legs, and the arms could either be tied to the side or back of the chair. For purposes such as tonight, the chair also had a basic remote control for the TV in the room, where, provided the sitters hand was tied in the correct place, channel and volume could be adjusted. Two straps came round from the back of the chair, which would be clipped to the nipples of the sitter.

Hannah hated the chair.

"I think we'll use the catheter tonight," her dad said, and took a tube from the shelf. He took it to his spread-eagled daughter, and connected it to her urethral opening, thereby removing Hannah's bladder control. A simple valve on the other end prevented the already full tube from leaking - this would be connected to something else later on - Hannah never knew what; whether she would have a nappy put on (the best and least uncomfortable option, but it looked unlikely tonight), whether the tube would double up as an enema, or whether the tube would be attached into the hole in her ball gag. She would have to wait and find out.

"OK then," Hannah's dad said, "let's get you on the chair then." With that, he unclasped his daughter's wrists from the bedposts, and did the same to her ankles. Hannah fought the natural instinct to bring her arms down by her sides and to pull her legs together, knowing that if she did, her dad would make her stay in the chair just that little more uncomfortable, and maybe even that little more painful.

"Stand up, and go and sit down," her dad commanded her, and Hannah meekly obeyed. She was thankful for the brief comfort she could now experience, before her dad properly put her in the chair, knowing that it was going to be it until her dad came home again tomorrow night.

A strap was placed around her middle, forcing her to sit upright. The strap was tightened until Hannah's dad knew that it was causing some, but not too much, discomfort to his daughter.

"You've put on some weight Princess," he said, noticing that the strap wasn't as tight as it was last time. He knelt down on the floor, and made sure that Hannah's catheter tube was through the hole in the chair, then took the smooth metal dildo and put it against her arse hole. From behind her ball gag, Hannah let out a gasp as the dildo was slowly pushed into her. The metal was cold, and contracted the sphincter muscles that had recently been widened when her dad had fucked her just a short time before. Still, she mused, it was either cold or blisteringly hot - both of which she had had many times before. She felt it being locked to the underside of the chair, forcing it into an angle that wasn't the same as her insides. Hannah tried to move herself into a position that made it less uncomfortable but failed.

Her arms were laid across the arms of the chair where they were clasped into place, her left arm in position so she could operate the remote control for the TV.

"I've got something new to try tonight," Hannah's dad said. Hannah couldn't see what it was until she felt it being pushed into her cunt; another metal dildo with two elasticised straps coming from the end of it, each with a clasp on the end. Hannah's instincts were to try and push the two intrusions out of her body, but daren't. The two straps were then put through the hole in the chair along with the catheter tube, pulled over her shoulders, and the clasps closed over her still undeveloped nipples. She gasped from behind her gag as the pain in her nipples started to spread through her body.

"There's just one more thing to set up," Hannah's dad said, "I've just got to get it from my workshop."

Hannah would be like this for the next two days. She could never work out what she had done to deserve it. Her dad just liked to put her through pain.

Her dad came back holding a modified electricity extension lead. He plugged the TV into it, and under the chair plugged a motor pump in it. An additional lead ran parallel to the extension lead which would act as a control lead. In one side of the pump he inserted Hannah's catheter tube, and into the other another length of tube which was then fed through the hole in her ball gag. He loosened the valve on the catheter tube so Hannah's urine flowed into the motorised pump. He started to explain.

"Right then Hannah," he said, "You will be able to watch TV and chose what you watch, but when it switches on or off, the motor will start and the contents of the catheter will be fed into your mouth. It will be on for about three minutes before stopping. You must drink it all. If you do not, or I see drips of urine anywhere around the chair when I get back, well, you know what will happen. The TV is set to switch itself on and off at random times during the weekend to make sure that you do drink.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

Hannah nodded her head even though she wasn't comfortable.

"Good girl. See you on Sunday."

Leaving the room, Hannah's dad switched the TV on and heard the motorised pump start up. Already, Hannah was having trouble swallowing all of her filthy urine. He was going to have fun when he got back, and he didn't have to worry about hiring a babysitter either. It was the original win-win situation. Except for Hannah.