Bound Friends Pt. 05

Megan tried moving and found out instantly that this plug would be very different. Not only was it much larger, making her feel somewhat full, it was also unsecured and so as she moved it moved inside her. The large plug slid around with only the slightest of movement because of the wagging of the tail, this was a lot different than what she had gotten used to. "Shophira I dohnt knoh" Megan protested through her gag. "I dohnt fink I rhike rish."

"Nonsense, you look great!" Sophia said, not really listening to her friends gargled complaints. "But dog's don't talk," she said as she attached a shock collar to Megan.

"Buh.. Oww" Megan started to say before being painfully interrupted.

"Oh, no, don't try and talk. Apparently those things shock every sound but dog noises." Sophia said, in a taunting tone that could almost but not quite be mistaken for concern.

Megan tried speaking again and was rewarded with another powerful zap. She tried moving her hand up to her throat but all that did was force her to fall to her side. As she caught her breath and the pain subsided, she began to feel the warm glow coming from her chip that once again had no competing sensations for her minds attention. It started to weaken her resolve to protest any more. Her breath became faster and more labored. With the ring keeping her mouth open she also couldn't help but think it sounded an awful lot like painting. The ring's oval was also designed to encourage her tongue to easily rest past the ring, and so now she lay there with her tongue hung down to one side.

"See, I knew you'd see it my way," Sophia said mistaking her heavy panting and tongue hanging as indulging agreement. "And do you know what this is?" Sophia asked as she pulled out a long stick with two metal points at the end. Megan did and she instantly cowered in submissive pleading. She could only whimper but she was undoubtedly communicating "I'll be good."

"Welp, I've got two of you as my barking little bitches, on to go get the third out of the hot tub and into something more appropriate whad'ya say?"

Megan slowly raised herself up and, testing out the collar, gave out a surprisingly enthusiastic sounding bark.

"Attagirl," Sophia said as she clipped a leash to Megan's collar without a single thought to check in on her supposed "first bitch."

Lea slowly awoke gaining back only pieces of her mind at a time. She could feel her neck, arms and legs were restrained but didn't instantly remember why. She could feel that something wasn't right but wasn't sure what.

As she awoke, so did the AI running the punishment box. Lea didn't know where it was coming from but her ass cheeks were suddenly on fire. Even as the shocks subsided, the pain from the earlier beating was making itself very felt. She tried pulling away, she was awake enough to know she wanted away from the pain, but she couldn't move at all. She tried looking around but could not see where she was.

She tried yelling out for help, but found her efforts rewarded with a powerful shock to the throat preventing even a full syllable from forming. That was when she started to remember, remember where she was, remember who put her here and remember why she was in so much pain already. Terror gripped her as she tried to move but couldn't. She was maybe only half a foot below the floor but no matter how hard she tried banging against her restraints or how loudly she yelped and whined, it was doubtful any sound was transmitting.

Her breathing started to get very heavy. Panic. Claustrophobic panic. She had never felt so scared. She thrashed around but wasn't able to make contact with any of the walls, making her feel even more trapped. She began to shake, she was suddenly feeling very cold. She began to cry. None of this was fun any more.

"Hal---" she began to say before powerful electricity took away her ability to finish crying out her safeword. "Ha---" she tried again, panicking even further that she could not warn anyone that she was down here. She knew from what she had read about this that it was soundproofed so that a punished slave could scream all night and never wake their master. Her only hope was to say the safeword, the system would pick up on that at least, but with a third attempt failing she began to lose all hope and funneled all her frustrated panic into tears and shaking.

She felt a sting on her feet as the box snapped its rubber bands against her stockaded feet. She tried shifting around but it did nothing for her feet and sliding her delicate rear along the floor only brought more pain. And this pain wasn't coming with a silver lining. There was no high, no euphoria, no colors, no enjoyment, just pain. Even the sensations coming from her chip had become torturous, like rubbing an overly-sensitive nerve painfully rather than playfully toying with one.

"You are worthless," said the taunting, deep voice of the box. "You are a slave with no value and you were given to me because you have been bad at even that."

Lea tried to calm herself, this was just the computer, she tried to tell herself it didn't mean anything. Verbal taunting and humiliation was just one of the things it did, and since she hadn't set a limit it was probably going to say worse than that before it was through..

"You can't even take a punishment like a real slave. Sophia put you in here for a reason and then you just take a nap."

"I didn't taken a nap, I passed out! At least I think I did. No no, this had it all wrong and.." Lea started thinking to herself, before stopping and realizing it was useless to argue. It was designed to pick on her and get this kind of reaction. What worried her more as she calmed down was that it clearly had access to the cameras if it knew Sophia's name.

"Well now it's just you and me. When the others came to check on you and saw you lazily sleeping, they figured you must really be enjoying this so they could just leave you with me. Man did they get a chuckle out of seeing how pathetic you really are. Even Andrea had a good laugh at you. She even said she wouldn't be able to take you seriously ever again, so you two are probably through. They've driven off now, they all had more important places to be. It's just you and me alone in this whole house. Don't worry though I think I heard them say they'd be back in a day or two to let you out. Or at least to feed you."

Lea started to flail. That couldn't be true, they wouldn't do that would they? Her trashing was rewarded by more hits to the already sensitive soles of her feet.

"Yeah they drove off a while ago. Night's fallen now you've been asleep for hours. You lazy good for nothing slave, you missed the entire day. Now we have some catching up to do."

No, no this was too much she wanted out. "Ha---" she tried screaming again but without getting any further than she had before. If the stocks weren't so well padded she might start to worry about rubbing herself bloody as she pulled and yanked. She needed out. Now. None of this was fun. None of this was enjoyable. All of it was awful. How could her friends just drive off? How could they not see the danger of leaving her passed out? She tried screaming in frustration but even that was cut off by her damn collar.

She turned to her side as best she could and began absolutely bawling. She couldn't stop shaking, she felt absolutely sick. Even the box seemed to be backing off as she cried harder than she could ever remember crying before. When she was 12 and crashed her bike, that needed stitches and she wasn't even sure that made her cry this much. She was in a lot of pain. She had never felt more betrayed. She had never felt more low. Whatever high she was riding earlier was gone, she had crashed back to Earth. Hard.

She tried to imagine being held. She just needed that right at that moment. Her own arms pinned to her was no substitute. She needed this box to by lying. She needed her friends to have not abandoned her. She felt so cold.

"You can keep trying to fight, but that isn't going to get you out of here. Only I can let you out now. I am your only hope. I can call your friends, tell them to come back, but only if you take your punishments like a good slave."

Lea wasn't listening. She wasn't trying to ignore the voice, she just was so frazzled that the words were simply sounds. She couldn't understand them. They might as well have been Russian for all the meaning she got from them. She couldn't calm her mind. When the pain returned it came with no explanation that she heard. She swung her body from side to side, banging her neck trying everything to get out like a rat trapped in a drowning cage feeling it's about to die.

She let out another loud scream refusing to stop from the pain of her collar. The shocks locked up her vocal cords from normal function but it did not stop her howl this time. A howl that frightened her, it did not even sound human. It was deep, it was crackled and unclear, it was quiet for how much force she put behind it, but it was no less desperate in nature. She felt she screamed with the roar of a lion but only heard the peep of a churchmouse. When the pain stopped again she continued to sob intensely, her face became a mess of tears and sweat while mucus clogged her nose and throat. Even if the collar was off, she had fallen to a place where she probably couldn't form meaningful words if she tried.

"Slave," the box repeated many times, trying to make sure it had Lea's attention again. It barely did, but it continued anyway. "You were put in here because you needed to be punished. You don't get to feel sorry for yourself because it hurts. You are nothing, you are worthless, what you want doesn't matter. Your owner wanted you in here, and so you will suffer because that is what they wish. Slaves are only valuable when they serve their masters, you clearly didn't do that."

Lea could only make herself hear about every other sentence. The biting tone and harsh insults would well up another round of tears. She had never felt such misery in her life. She even found ways to twist this around to be her fault, because when you feel this bad you can make almost anything your fault.

After all she's the one that let Sophia get loose by being distracted by her infatuation with Andrea. She's the one that didn't disable this punishment box. She's the one who let herself get swept away and not protest when Sophia brought her down here. She's the one that introduced them all to it, and took almost every shortcut she could to find excuse to act out her own fantasies without thinking of the consequences. She felt like an inconsolably terrible person. She cried and cursed herself for all of it.

"Slave, I am now going to administer harsher punishment," The voice said much louder than it had previously been speaking. It was enough to gather Lea's attention back to the present. "I will hit each foot 10 times. They will hurt, but you need to be a good slave and not move or moan. If you do any of those things, the count will start over.

Lea was frightened. Her feet already hurt from what had been given to them so far. She didn't know if she could do it. Her mind flooded back to worry. Her confinement was suddenly more claustrophobic. Her situation was suddenly more desperate. She was suddenly much weaker and more alone. Her breathing picked up even as the tears subsided. Her stomach began doing backflips.

Suddenly a sting of pure fire raced across the arch of her left foot. She screamed out in pain, the shock of the collar even seemed mild in comparison. She pulled desperately to get her hands free and banged still more on the stockades holding her in prison, in her haste even banging her head rather hard against the floor.

"Starting over at one," the computer said as another lash of pure white pain came across this time her other foot. She held her breath to suppress the scream she so badly wanted to make. She curled her toes but was otherwise able to hold herself together. Then another jolt of pain resonated just a few hairs up from the original impact.

Her mind raced, she bit down hard nearly catching her tongue. Her stomach was becoming more and more unsettled. By the third hit it felt like there was a fight between two swarms of pissed off bees, stinging and attacking each other in the middle of her gut. Four came, and then five, by the sixth hit (which would actually be the third, since it was 10 per foot) she felt the fight in her stomach rising up her chest. When the ninth hit came she felt her mouth fill with bial. She tried to force it back down but on the tenth hit she turned her head to the side and let it all spill out beside her.

The box took a bit of a pause after that, which meant Lea had nothing to distract her from the feeling of her own sick slowly disseminating out beside her and into her hair. She could smell it, she could feel it, but she could not see it or get away from it. The only benefit was that when the hits started again her stomach was no longer in chaos, but the pain was still intense.

She was more than half way done, and while it was getting harder she put every ounce of strength she had left into suppressing a scream with each blinding impact and preventing herself from panicking again enough to bang around. The hits were coming further apart but were becoming even stronger, she hadn't thought that was possible. Even though she knew she was blindfolded she could almost see light after each monster hit. Like someone turning on a bright light bulb briefly before letting it fade away. She had lost track of how many hit had been delivered but she kept seeing whiter and whiter light with each hit. On what was the 19th hit, though she didn't know it's number, the pain induced white light overtook her mind and sent her back into unconsciousness.

"Oh Andrea," cried Sophia as she opened up the door and walked out to the deck.

Andrea turned her head quickly while being careful not to tug on the leash. Her eyes were instantly drawn to Megan. She couldn't have imagined how amazingly well those restraints fit together to create this bizarro dog. Her tail wagged as she walked, her mouth stayed open and her tongue rested just past the ring gag making the lower dog mouth look like a seamless extension of her face. Her leash was held tight by Sophia, forcing her to walk quickly on her paw covered hands and knees which she was clearly not yet used to. Andrea also couldn't help but notice the cattle prod in Sophia's other hand.

"Doesn't puppy look nice?" Sophia asked rhetorically as she reached the hot tub. "Sit girl," She said commandingly to Megan who sat back onto her shins that were thankfully padded. "Speak!" She commanded, eliciting a bark from Megan without hesitation. "Oh look how well she knows who's in charge."

Andrea was less impressed, but she was worried Sophia would try to get her in one of those. It was a worry that only amplified once Andrea noticed that integral to the whole thing was the exact pair of mitts she was already wearing.

"I have a kitty costume in there, does that sound nice slave?" Sophia asked, after first giving Andrea time to look over Megan's outfit uninterrupted. "You want to be a little slave kitty?"

"Not really," Andrea said in the most diplomatic way she could manage.

"Oh you think you have a choice? How cute."

"Well I think you probably had Megan cooperating when you put her in that is that right?" Andrea said, turning down to look at Megan as she spoke. Megan let out a bark. "I don't really want to try those out, and I don't think you can make me."

Sophia smirked. It was the same rebellious streak she saw up in the attic. This was going to be so much fun. "Well if you say so," she said with enough sarcasm a deaf person could have heard it. She untied Andrea's leash and put it into the same hand as Megan's leash. Andrea quickly got up and climbed out of the hot tub before Sophia started pulling as she walked back into the living room.

"So Andrea, what's with these metal boxes in the middle of these wooden supports?" Sophia asked as she pointed up. Andrea didn't want to answer, she didn't want to give Sophia another tool to use. Sophia brought the cattle prod up to Andrea's wet nipples before giving a look that said "don't make me ask again."

"There are some steel cables inside, the control box is behind the mirror over there," she reluctantly said as she pointed to the mirror in question.

Sophia rushed over to open it up. The buttons were labeled and so it didn't take long for her to open up and start lowering a metal ring from the centre beam. She tied off the two leashes and practically skipped to grab a few more things. She returned with several whips and two short metal cables with clips on either side. Sophia guided Andrea over to the ring that had been lowered to head level. She attached the cables to each mitt through the ring, crossing each other in an x between the connecter points that extended past both sides of the hand.

Andrea watched as the ring slowly raised up, hoping Sophia would stop while she was still on the ground but she was instead raised about half a foot off the ground. The mitts did a good job of distributing the load, but Andrea had found total suspension could be a little disorienting. Doubly disorienting when, like now, she started to ever so slightly and beyond her control spin. She had not been dried off after leaving the hot tub and she could see she was dripping quite heavily onto the ground below her.

While Megan still cowered at the far wall near where her leash was secured, Sophia went over and retrieved a whip. While Andrea could see what Sophia picked, she didn't recognize it. It looked like something Indiana Jones would use, it long, made of brown leather and became very thin at the end.

Andrea could have sworn she felt the hit before even hearing the monster whip loudly pierce the air. She would have screamed loudly but the surprise winded her making it difficult to speak. When a second hit came this time she heard it first and braced for the pain, still being surprised as a burning strip of lightning cracked across her back and around her torso. It stung worse than anything she could remember, the fact that she was wet she thought must be responsible. A third hit came across her ass, she heard it clang the metal chastity plate and was thankful for a change that her most vulnerable area was shielded.

"So, what do you say now, willing to be my kitty yet?" Sophia said walking around into view.

"I already answered, you can't just make me change my mind."

"Oh, I think you underestimate how... persuasive... I can be," Sophia said with the cackling tone appropriate for a b-movie villain. She set down the bullwhip and grabbed a black cat o' nine tail.

Andrea had spun enough that she couldn't see what Sophia was doing or what she had grabbed, she only found out when she felt a terrible bite across her back. This time she did scream, which only emptied her lungs in time to receive a second hit. The pain told her body to scream again but without air it only served to make her light headed. The pain was so much more spread out, she wasn't sure it was as sharp but it certainly made up for it with volume.

Sophia took great pleasure in hitting her friend and watching her flail around helplessly. She would occasionally take a break to ask Andrea if she surrenders yet. She never did, but Sophia still felt like she was making headway. She would get Andrea to yield eventually.

The final straw came when Sophia began to use the cattle prod. After a zap to the foot and one to the breast Andrea quickly blurted out "Ok ok, I'll be your kitty!" Sophia let her down and led her into the other room. Large welts were already very visible up and down the back.