Bound Friends Pt. 08

"Megan, for cooking such a good meal they have decided you deserve a plate," Crystal said as she opened the door and handed Megan a wide shallow bowl of her food with everything already cut into bite sized pieces and slopped in carelessly. "Sophia, you did a half marathon without giving up for too long at a time, you deserve a plate" she said as walked into the cell and put a bowl right next to where Sophia was laying down. On her way out of the cage she began poking and prodding Lea. "Can you feel that?" she asked to which Lea nodded her head that she could. "Well for being, as Mistress Bonnie put it, quote 'a cooperative little rope doll' she said you get a plate as well," Crystal said as she set a bowl of cut up food directly under her face.

When she walked over, Andrea crawled forward in anticipation. "Andrea, I've been told you have a biting problem, so I have been told to give you food that needs no biting," Crystal said grabbing a bowl with something liquid in it. "Slave porridge, it's just like slave chow but in liquid form. I've been instructed to insure you eat it."

Andrea looked it over. She could slightly smell the meat her friends were eating while she looked at a bowl of white mush, like someone left a bowl of shredded wheat out for a few hours. It had the distinct smell of spoiled milk which, if this was the same company that makes slave chow, it would probably taste like it too. "Please, Crystal, I'm sorry, I just panicked when I couldn't breath. Please I learned my lesson being left to dangle all day. At least tell me this isn't the punishment kind?"

Crystal simply looked down at the ground, she didn't have to answer the silence was enough. Andrea looked over at her friends but they didn't want to look at her. She picked up the bowl, which only made its smell stronger, and brought it to her mouth. She forced her mouth open and started drinking the disgusting slop. It was even worse than she could have imagined. When a gelatinous chunk of what was imitating curdled milk landed on her tongue she had to stop. She felt like she was going to gag, but after a few breaths she forced herself back to the task and soon the bowl was empty.

When Crystal opened the door to retrieve the bowl, Andrea grabbed her forearm. Crystal grabbed for her cattle prod before Andrea started begging "No, no no just hear me out please." Once Crystal had calmed down, Andrea let go of her arm before continuing. "Do you think you could sneak us a phone? I could call for help, you could all go free."

Crystal looked shocked. She backed up and closed Andrea's door as she looked around to see the reactions of the other three. "You think it's just that easy? The truck has a cell jammer, no one's making any calls or reaching out to anyone," she explained.

"Well... they turned Hannah off right? I heard Paul say that. So if Hannah's off, no one is in control of our van, we could drive out of here!" Andrea said in her most pleading tone possible.

"It's at least 20 minutes to get out of here, they'll notice you're missing before that," Crystal explained, poking a big hole in their plan.

"Please, you must have some idea how these guys could not notice we've gone missing for that long" Sophia asked, joining in on the planning.

Crystal thought about it, she paced back and forth before stopping in her tracks. "There's one possibility, but you might not like it."

"I'm listening, anything." Andrea said, gripping the bars with her hands and pressing her face as far forward as it could go.

"I could tell them you were misbehaving and that I decided you needed punishing. I generally have the authority to do that. So this is the part you aren't going to like, I put you in these cages..." she said as she backed up and held one in her arms. "And say I'm snapping on the cage shields, they're these black plastic covers that go over the cages that block out most sound and all light. That's a kind of punishment I can give you without it raising many questions. Then, when they are all distracted, I get Marcus or Said to carry your cages out the back, and also put some covers over four other cages so they don't know you're gone as easily."

Andrea and Sophia were on board, they were willing to take a risk if it meant maybe getting out of this. Megan was a little wary of getting into those cages, knowing there's a hundred different ways she couldn't get herself out. Lea had a bit of worry but after seeing Sophia and Andrea so eagerly volunteer she decided she was in too. With all her friends in on it, Megan finally but still a little reluctantly agreed.

"OK, I'll be back shortly, in the mean time Andrea, I'll move you over so you can start undoing those ropes." Crystal said before opening the doors to both Lea's and Andrea's cell. "I need to go get things in order. I'll be back in say 10 minutes, I'll tell them I'm just retrieving the plates or something." She then quickly disappeared before forcing her face back to a calm demeanor.

By the time Crystal had returned, Andrea had still barely made a dent in Lea's ropes. Crystal was prepared as she handed Andrea a pair of EMT scissors to get things going better. She opened Megan's cell and started with her first. Megan had a lot of second thoughts as she climbed into the cage, but tried to push them all aside as Crystal worked speedily, securing her to the cage. Soon she was locked in to where all that was left was the dildoes. "Are those really necessary?" she asked.

"Yes, the shields can't fit on if these aren't screwed into the cage, and as you can see there's no way to get them into the cage without getting them... well.. into you. Sorry," Crystal said as she began pushing one dildo into Megan's mouth before she even had time to respond. Once the other two were in she walked over to Lea who was now finally untied. While she secured Lea, Andrea had finished releasing Sophia, and soon enough the whole lot of them were secured in these cages.

"These are the shields," Crystal said holding a large plastic board. She unfolded the flaps and attached the centre piece to the top of the cage first. She then lowered the four sides that fit exactly to the cage and closed off all five sides of bars. The floor was solid and padded, so now there really was no way to see at all. Even though the plastic was just inches away, none of them had any ability to reach out and actually touch it, somehow that seemed extremely demoralizing.

They each in their own tern felt the cage being lifted up by someone strong. They felt the jostling of going down stairs but the plastic shields prevented any good airflow. It was getting stuffy already and none of them could feel the outside air as they presumably went out to the van. They were set down and then left alone for some time. But the claustrophobic enclosure, the dildoes filing every hole, the deprivation of light, the stuffy air, all of it was worth it to get down to that van and the hell away from those men.

****

"Ta da!" Crystal said as she removed the first plastic cover from Andrea's cage in one smooth motion. As Andrea's eyes adjusted, Crystal went down the line and did it to all four cages. Andrea blinked repeatedly, not believing or at least not wanting to believe what she was seeing.

They weren't in the van at all, Crystal had brought them down to the living room where all the masters sat on couches and all the slaves sat on the floor, all of them watching where the four of them lay trapped in their cages. Once all four covers were off, Paul began to clap which everyone else joined in on as Crystal took a small bow and went to sit at Paul's feet.

"You four didn't think this through did you?" Paul said, causing some light laughter. "You think I would give my baby here the kind of power she has if there were any chance you'd be able to turn her against us?" He asked as he bent down and kissed Crystal. "Crystal's been with me for thirteen years now, longer than anyone else here has had anyone. And she isn't just some slave, she's my wife. You could not have picked a worse person to try this with."

Andrea was feeling sick, sure some of that was the food but she began to genuinely panic as she tested just how little room she had to move. Sophia and Megan were feeling almost as bad, and they didn't have any food to blame for their problems.

"Said, go bring out Puppet would you?" Paul said to the darker skinned of the two large men. He departed and went out to the truck leaving the door open. "I was really hoping to save this last thing here for something special, and so I thank you for giving me some good pretext. You see, you're all on track to becoming essentially life-long slaves. The question is what kind of slaves will you be? Marcus and Said are extra useful for all the heavy lifting, it's why I try to borrow them away from Bonnie whenever I plan a big outing like now. Those two over there by Tom?" He said, pointing to the two identical looking slaves. "Those are actual twins, and they are both musically talented in addition to their skills in bed. So Tom has reason to value those two, Bonnie has reason to value her two giants, and if we you don't have an obvious value.. well then we might have to look for more unusual talents to consider you valuable."

As he finished, Said appeared with the oil drum which he laid on its side in view of all four caged girls. With the closer look though, it wasn't an actual oil drum, at least not any more. It was cut down the length, with latches and hinges on opposite sides that allowed it to swing open like a chest or a suitcase. Paul came and rolled it back and forth a few times before eventually returning it to where it was and standing it up to look more like a typical oil drum.

"Ladies, may I present... Puppet." He said as he undid the three latches and slid the container open. Everyone understood what they were seeing but they were having trouble accepting that their eyes weren't tricking them. Inside was a woman with a mask over her face and thick tube coming out of it that attaches to the side of the barrel. There was a catheter tube leading to a small baggie of yellow liquid that sat beside her. Her torso was strapped into a foam mold built into the oil drum, while her ample breasts hung down unsupported. But that was it, that was all of her, just a torso. No arms, no legs, not even stubs. In their place there were metal plates that were currently being used to help in preventing her from falling forward. They were the same kind of metal plates that are sometimes used to fasten artificial limbs to, but none of them had seen them as deep in as the torso, they were usually just for someone who lost a hand but kept the arm.

"Puppet here is unique, she's special, and that's what makes her such a valuable slave." Paul said as he unstrapped her from her bindings and removed her mask. She had very short bleach blond hair, an inch and a half wide brass colored ring through the middle of her nose and two tubes down her throat. After Paul slowly and carefully removed each one her first words were "I live to serve my Master."

None of the girls know how to react, they each simply trembled in fear and denial.

Crystal retrieved a harness that attached to Puppet's torso and her four metal plates. The harness attached to one of the rings that was already lowering down from the rafters. The straps connecting the harness with the suspension ring were very short and all connected to a ball bearing axle that allowed the whole harness to spin freely without spinning the ring. She was quickly hoisted into the air, face down until she reached waist height. Andrea and her friends were far enough back that despite not being able to lift their head significantly they still had a clear view of what was happening.

Paul gave the four girls one last sly look before walking over to Puppet. He unzipped his pants and spun her around so that her head faced him, allowing her to quickly begin to suck his cock to get it hard. Once it was, he simply spun her effortlessly back around until his cock was at her rear. There was still some kind of buttplug in her that he showed no signs of addressing. He pushed her forward like a swing and walked forward himself. When he let go, the limbless girl fell backwards, taking his entire and rather substantive cock all at once. She let out a muffled gasp before quickly saying "Thank you for using me, it is my only purpose."

Andrea was not believing what she was seeing, more importantly she didn't want to be seeing it. She tried shaking but she remained stuffed from both ends and held tight to a series of straps and bars. Her only defense was to close her eyes. But as she did that she started seeing her own face up there, being bandied about like a human tetherball, and that was even worse than watching.

By the time she looked back up someone else had come to use her mouth. At the same time, two slaves were allowed to play with her from below. One played with her tits while the other played with her clit. With all the attention she was getting it was hard to tell, but she seemed to be enjoying it. She moaned like she was, she occasionally shook and convulsed like she was cumming. But she never had her mouth to herself to express any of that properly. Even Bonnie wanted in, enjoying her mouth and what could be seen as three different tongue piercings in a triangle across the front half of her tongue. When all six of the masters had finished, they sat back and let some of their slaves enjoy her, those not in chastity at least.

"Thank you for using me, I hope this fuckdoll was good enough. And if I was not good enough, please punish me harshly for I would have failed and would deserve it." Puppet said when the very last slave had finally finished and sat back down. "Don't worry, you did fine dear," Paul said, causing an ever so contented smile to cross her face.

"This was certainly a fun little bit improvised playing you girls came up with, this whole 'help me escape, oh please Crystal help me' thing," Paul said. "It was a nice game but that scenario has played itself out. You lost and we got you even more secure than when you started. Now we're back to what we came here for. You are still going to be slaves, we are still going to take you to be slaves, so it's up to you what kind of slave you're going to be. 'Cuase every one of us, we all want a valuable slave. They are just better investments and they're just a lot more fun," He said as he walked over to the controls and began to rise Puppet higher and higher until the ring was almost returned to the beam housing. She now hung well above head level. "She'll be fine up there, ain't that right?"

"I am happy with wherever my Master puts me for however long he wishes to put me there," She said, almost sounding proud.

"Attagirl. Well, we better get you out of those cages, I presume you're threw trying to escape?"

Each of the four attempted the best "yes sir," they could but none of them were even close. Still, Crystal came back and one by one, with the aid of her cattle prod and Marcus, brought the girls back up to their cells.

None of them knew how they were going to pull themselves through this, but none of them had a choice. "Lea, Mistress Bonnie would like to see you in the master bedroom" Crystal called out over the attic's speakers. Lea's light went green and she silently bid goodbye to her colleges. Soon after, Sophia was called down, as was Megan, leaving Andrea all alone.

And alone, her thoughts drifted to one worrying idea. No one was calling her. No one was considering her valuable. She hated that she was thinking mournfully that she wasn't being a prize slave, but she saw what can happen to make a slave more valuable. She slumped back into the corner and began to cry. When her name finally was called she couldn't help but feel relief, it was her turn to go prove that she had value. For her own sake if nothing else.

****

Andrea's hand shook as she reached the door. She needed to dig herself out of this hole she dug for herself, but she hated herself for wanting to. These people were awful and didn't deserve her respect. She took a deep breath, tried to steal her nerves, and reached out for the doorknob.

Far from the den of hedonism they had just seen though, the room seemed.. calm. Paul and Carl sat on the couches talking happily about something. A few of the slaves were sitting up against the far wall, also talking casually. Megan was over by the fireplace where this group hand brought in a small piano, where she talked something over with the twins. As Andrea made her way to Paul she tried to pass close to Megan to hear what was happening.

"Yeah, that one, 522, I know that one.. though I'm a bit out of practice, I don't know how fast you two go" she said as they all stood around a tablet looking at what seemed to be sheet music. "Well that's one of the many reasons the bedrooms are soundproofed, we can always do a trial run before you show off. So we'll do this one after 356, that and you said you wanted a vocal part too right? That'll be enough," the twin sitting at the piano responded. The twins started gathering the tablets, stands and interments before pushed their way past Andrea to one of the bedrooms. Megan followed behind with only a brief acknowledgement as she glided past Andrea.

Andrea went around the couch and knelt between the two men. She kept her gaze downturned but could tell they were watching as the began to stop talking. "I'm sorry that I bit you sir," Andrea said in a humble quiet tone. "I panicked, but I will work hard to make sure it doesn't happen again."

She waited for a response, but it seemed like they were waiting to see if she was done. "Well you certainly have a better attitude," Paul eventually said. "That's good, it shows you can learn from your mistakes."

Andrea tried not to find too much joy in that praise, both to keep her focused but also because she really didn't want to find joy in a complement like that.

"Climb up here," Paul said as he slapped the small section of couch between him and Carl. Andrea climbed up there, becoming instantly squished between the two men. Carl reached out and began grabbing hold of her breasts that were still very tender from earlier that day. But this touch felt good, he was at least somewhat gentle. When Andrea let slip a small moan he cracked a smile.

Paul reached down and spread Andrea's legs over each of their legs, exposing her pussy to easy access from either man. He beckoned for one of the slaves to come over "Could you do something about these?" He said as he grabbed Andreas two hands and with little resistance lifted them up and over her head. The slave took them and folded them back behind Andrea's head and over the back of the couch. She in turn called for Crystal to go get something to secure Andrea's hands there, far out of the way. Crystal returned with rope that she fastened between Andrea's two wrist cuffs and the centre leg of the couch.

Once her hands were tied behind her, Andrea suddenly felt much more spread than when they were just being held. Carl moved from her breasts down to her pussy. The touch felt good and she couldn't help but let out another sound exposing how it felt. When she got yet another coy smile though, she decided it was perhaps wise to embellish. As Carl's fingers began to enter her she began to moan more deliberately and rock against his fingers. If he wanted a wanton slut that's what she would be.

It was however much easier to act like she enjoyed it once it actually started feeling good. Carl was ramming in and out with three fingers while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She tried moving her hands to stop it when she started to feel like it was getting too strong, but they were securely held behind her. Somehow that simple tug sent shivers through her spine. She didn't like the bigger picture of what these men planned to do with her; but being tied while spread and helplessly stimulated was still a big turn on for her. She had to pretend less and less as the sensations became harder and harder to ignore.