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It was quite a long walk of shame. Much longer than I remembered it being earlier. But finally, we arrived at the kennel. I’m not sure which was more welcome- leaving the public eye or feeling the cool air-conditioning once again on my naked body. A new security guard who I didn’t recognize was seated behind the front desk.

“McConnell and company,” the guard leading our group said.

“Alright. Cell A-14 is ready for them,” the guard behind the desk replied. He reached beneath his desk and pressed a button, causing the metal doors in the back of the room to slide open. “And miss-” he said to Katie. “If you wouldn’t mind taking a seat. The judicial authority will be by shortly to take your statement.”

“Sure thing,” Katie replied. I looked over at her nervously as I saw her and the guard holding the duffle bag part ways with us. “Don’t worry,” she whispered with a smile as she squeezed my arm. “I’ll fix everything.” I nodded apprehensively.

The guards led Brandy and me by the leash straight through the metallic sliding doors to the horse stalls. Or as they’d now become- the prisoner cells… As we walked passed the dozens of doors on our right and left, I could hear faint mmmph’s and shrieks. I shuddered to think that the once peaceful horse stables of Nott’s Faire had essentially become nothing more than a human torture chamber. It had become the ultimate deterrent to breaking the rules. As far as I knew, Katie was going to “fix everything” and I was still terrified.

When we reached the second to last door on the right, the guard in front raised his badge and pressed it against the card reader next to the door. After a beep and a blink of a green LED, the door slid open.

As we walked inside, I could see two wheeled carts in the center of the room. They kind of reminded me of the large flatbed lumber carts at Home Depot. But these each had a vertical steel pipe that protruded out of the mid-rear of the platform. Each pipe looked to be about 4 inches in diameter and about two feet in height. Sticking out the tops of each pipes were two leather straps with clips attached to the ends. One of the straps was short. The other was long.

“Mmmmmmph! Mmmph!” Brandy suddenly hollered into her gag. Shaking her head violently from side to side, she began to back away from the cell. She obviously recognized these contraptions and did not appear to be fond of them. Her guard gave the leash a harsh tug, causing her to stumble forward and nearly lose her balance. She continued to scream and holler, digging her heels into the floor as she was pulled into the room. Brandy’s objectionable reaction to these carts now had me legitimately worried.

The guards pulled us over to the carts and unclipped our leashes. Brandy’s guard pulled a knife out of a sheath strapped to his belt and began to slice off Brandy’s t-shirt, jean shorts, and panties. Dammit, I thought. Two of my outfits had now been destroyed thanks to this bitch. Moments later, Brandy was stark naked, just as I was. My spectating was interrupted by my guard suddenly forcing a giant ball-gag into my mouth.

“Uggph-” I reacted in surprise as the ball was quickly wedged behind my front teeth. I had to hold back the urge to struggle against him. I took a deep breath, replaying Katie’s advice in my head. ‘Do whatever they say. I’ll take care of everything’. Okay, Katie- I’m counting on you…

Moments later, the strap of the gag was buckled behind my neck, locking it in place. But it wasn’t over. Leather straps were then pulled over my face, one on each side of my nose, that extended upward and met in at my forehead. This told me that Brandy and I now matched. Like Brandy, I was also being set up with a trainer ball-gag. The strap was pulled over my head and buckled at the rear. Lastly, a strap was buckled beneath my chin, ensuring that I could not open my jaw any wider than it currently was. Not that this was a possibility, given the giant size of the ball-gag.

“Okay, climb aboard,” my guard ordered.

I looked over at Brandy who was struggling against her guard, twisting and writhing under his grip. But he was nearly twice her size in muscle mass. All too easily, he managed to force her onto the cart and spin her so she faced away from the pipe. Not wanting to wrestle my own guard, I followed suit, positioning myself exactly as Brandy was.

Brandy’s guard kicked the backside of lower legs, causing Brandy to drop down to her knees. With my wrists and elbows locked behind me, I gingerly knelt down as well. Then, the guards grabbed us both by our shoulders and lowered us forward to lay face-down on the cart. I shivered as my naked upper body made contact with the cold metallic surface.

Stepping behind me, I felt my guard grab both or my ankles and pull me backwards towards the rear of the cart. I let out a gasp as my exposed clit made contact with the cold steel pipe between my legs. I felt the guard padlock my ankle cuffs together by the D-rings and press my feet back toward me so they hovered above my ass. Moments later, I heard a click sound and the guard released his grip on my ankles. But to my surprise, I could no longer straighten my legs any more. They were now trapped in their bent position.

I craned my neck back to see why, but my eye caught Brandy’s ankles, telling me everything I needed to know. The shorter leather strap that was sticking out of the top of the pipe had been clipped to the padlock that secured our ankles together. Brandy had seemingly stopped struggling and had resigned herself to lie still while her guard busied himself with her restraints.

Next, I felt the guard feeding what felt like foam-padded cords behind my bent knees. Looking over at Brandy, I could see that her guard was doing the same thing to her. My eyes widened as I suddenly understood why. The cords seemed to be attached to a pulley system that ran along the outside of the cart and fed up to the cart’s handle bar. Once the cords encompassed her knee-pits, Brandy’s guard suddenly pulled the cart’s handle backward. The result was Brandy’s legs being pulled wider apart and further toward the corners of the back on the cart.

I let out an involuntary squeal as the same thing happened to me. My knees were suddenly spread wide and my entire body was tugged backwards toward the guard behind me. My eyes bulged as my clit was pressed even tighter against the steel pipe. As I squirmed about, I quickly realized that there was nothing I could do to separate myself from it.

Then, the guard stepped in front of me and cupped my chin. I groaned in discomfort as he lifted my head into the air, tilting my face upward. With his other hand, he grabbed ahold of the longer unused leather strap sticking out of the top of the pipe. It only took a split second to learn what that strap was for.

After I heard a click, the guard removed his hand from my chin. But to my frustration, my head remained in its upward and craned position. The end of the long strap had been clipped to the D-ring located at the top of my trainer gag. This kept my head locked it its upward position, keeping my back arched uncomfortably. I heard Brandy groan next me, obviously suffering from the same discomfort.

Both guards had straightened up and walked back around to the rear of our carts. Suddenly, to my right, I heard what sounded like a lawn mower starting. This was immediately followed by a blood-curling screech from Brandy. I tried to turn my head toward her to see what had happened, but now found the task to be nearly impossible. But a split-second later, I realized precisely why she had screeched.

The cart beneath me suddenly roared to life. The pipe that was pressed against my clit began to vibrate with shattering intensity. A matching screech involuntarily escaped my gagged mouth as I my entire body began to tremble. Holy shit, the pipe wasn’t just vibrating. That sucker felt like a fucking jackhammer! My eyes nearly shot out of my skull as my clit was pounded by what felt like the most intense vibrator ever constructed.

I continued screaming for several seconds until I heard my guard shout, “Pipe down! I’m only going to explain this once!” I held my breath and tried my best to calm myself. Holy SHIT, this was intense!

“The machine you are currently using is affectionately known as the extractor,” my guard continued in a booming voice. “Simply put, it was designed to extract orgasms from your bodies. But what’s unique about the extractor is that it offers you a choice.

I was having a difficult time hearing anything the guard was saying. Only a few seconds in and I was already feeling like I was about to cum!

“If you enjoy back-to-back-to-back orgasms, all you have to do is sit back and relax. Let the machine do its good work,” the guard explained. “But if you would like a break, and have the right amount of willpower, there’s a way to give yourself some relief.”

“Now, if you lift you head high enough and you bend your knees back enough, the vibrations become much more manageable.” the guard continued. With these words, he knelt down beside me and cupped my chin in his hand. He lifted my head upwards, causing my back to arch even more. With his other hand, I felt the guard press down on the tops of my feet, brining them closer to the pipe.

Surely enough, with the guard’s assistance to my head and feet, the vibration of the pipe had died down to little more than a rumble. To my relief, my ecstasy began to subside and I felt my fast approaching orgasm recede.

“The straps that are attached to your trainer gag and ankle cuffs are connected to what’s called a pressure gage,” the guard explained. “The harder they’re tugged, the stronger the vibrator gets. So, if you need a break, this right here is the position you wanna be in. But if you let your head lean forward and your feet pull back- the intensity picks back up again.”

The guard let go of my chin and feet, placing me, once again, in gravity’s custody. As my head slouched forward, the vibrator sprang back to life at its high intensity. Both Brandy and I resumed our screaming into our gags.

I groped the air hopelessly with my fingers as I struggled to position my body the way the guard had demonstrated. I bent my knees as far back as they would go, pointing my toes toward the pipe, and I attempted to lift my head as high as humanly possible. But the task was much harder than I had anticipated. While I did manage to raise my head upward, I wasn’t able to lift it quite as high as it was with the guard’s help. The vibrating pipe now felt like it was set at a ‘medium’ intensity.

“This is where the two of you will remain until the judicial authority arrives,” the guard explained. “In fact, this is how I predict the two of you will spend the remainder of the evening. So, I’d get comfortable.”

After only a few seconds of holding my position, my neck muscles were already beginning to ache. I groaned as I stretched my fingers out in an attempt to grab onto the vibrating pipe for assistance. To my pleasant surprise, I managed to wrap my fingers around it. I honestly couldn’t tell if it helped my circumstances any, but it did allow me to feel as if I had something to pull against. So I tightened my grip tried to hold on.

Both guards had made their way back in front of us. With my head now trapped in its craned position, I no longer had the option of turning away. So instead of trying, I merely clenched my eyes shut. But even with my eyes closed, I could feel their gaze on us. I cringed as I imagined the arousal they were likely experiencing as they watched us struggle.

“Alright, ladies,” the guard said. “The judicial authority will be by shortly. I’d recommend you be on your best behavior when she arrives. Madame Annabelle doesn’t respond well to insolence.”

Oh shiiiiiiit, I thought as my eyes shot open. Annabelle was the judicial authority?! Fuck me, I was screwed. After the way I’d spoken to her the last two times we’d met, there was little chance that I wouldn’t be paying the piper. I shuddered to contemplate how this meeting was going to go…

“Good luck,” the guard added as he tapped on the touchscreen on the wall next to the cell door. Moments later, the door slid open and they exited the room. Once they were clear, the doors closed behind them, leaving Brandy and I alone with our extractors.

“Mmmmmmmph!” I groaned, tightening my grip on the vibrating pipe and tugging against it in an effort to hoist my upper body further upward. This was shaping up to be an excruciating predicament! Even with my firm grasp, I was quickly beginning to lose faith in the strength of my neck and back muscles. I was thoroughly unprepared for this…

Brandy was at least fit. From the looks of her muscles, she probably did a hundred sit-ups a day. I, on the other hand, enjoyed my daily routine of one. I’d sit up in bed every morning. And then, I’d lie back down at night. Done… Damn, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been to the gym!

I shivered as I felt a bead of sweat run down the side of my face. Another 30-45 seconds of holding myself up in this position and I’d surely be done for. Shit this was tough! As it happened, it only took gravity about 15 to get the better of me. I mmphed into my gag as I felt the pipe begin to vibrate harder against my clit. Shit, shit, shit!! I held my breath and dug deep in an effort to lift my head once more. The effort bought me another 3 solid seconds before I completely collapsed beneath my weight. I was officially spent!

The vibrating pipe between my legs kicked into full gear. Between gasps for air, I shrieked insanely into my ball-gag. The ecstasy that had subsided moments earlier had returned with a vengeance. I could feel the orgasm fast approaching, whether I wanted it to or not. Within seconds, I grimaced and screamed with all my might as a mind-shattering orgasm washed over me. Never in my life had I experienced a climax so intense. Not only was this damn pipe vibrating at a blistering intensity, but it was hitting my sweet spot perfectly. And there was simply no escaping it. Katie, I thought, I’m gonna need you to deliver on your promise ASAP!

I gasped for air, quivering and shaking involuntarily as my orgasm slowly faded. To my humiliation, my muffled shrieks of protest had morphed into high-pitched moans of ecstasy. Somewhere in the midst of my climax, I’d lost my grip on the pipe and my bound hands now rested weakly on my bare ass-cheeks. Drool spilt out the sides of my gagged mouth and my eyes remained rolled-back in my head. I’d never felt so helpless. I’d never felt so utterly powerless.

I moaned pitifully as my body gave its last few involuntary jerks. I sighed deeply, willing myself to relax, despite the incessant vibrations against my clit. But no sooner did the final remnants of the orgasm cease, that I felt the beginnings of the next one creeping closer. I groaned loudly, tugging pointlessly at my bonds. I hated this! It had been less than a few minutes and I was already prepared to do anything to make it stop.

I suffered through two additional orgasms before I heard Brandy experience her first. I burned with resentment as I listened to hers subside in what seemed like half the time of mine. Then again, perhaps she was just less dramatic than I was. And unlike my pathetic vocals, her screams somehow maintained their element of rage. While I sounded like a moaning, over-sexed whore, she managed to sound like William fucking Wallace screaming ‘FREEDOM’ at the end of Braveheart. I suppose I could see why Annabelle liked dominating her so much…

After what seemed like forever, the door to our cell finally slid open. I had lost count of how many time’s I’d cum. At this point, each climax felt almost like micro-orgasm that piggy-backed on the one immediately before it. I’d say that my clit hurt, but the truth is- it had pretty much gone numb after orgasm number 5. My face was flushed, and my hair was sweaty and matted. Basically, over the course of the last 15-20 minutes, I had been reduced to a sputtering, soaking mess.

Standing in the doorway were the silhouettes of two figures. As they walked into the room, I was able to identify them as Annabelle and… Katie. But Katie was no longer dressed in her maid’s uniform. Now, she was stark naked with leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Her ankles were untethered, but her wrists were padlocked together in front of her. Her maroon choker had been replaced with a black collar to match Brandy’s and mine. Attached to her collar was a black leash held by Annabelle. Her head was bowed and her face looked sullen. My addled mind raced to decipher what was going on.

As the door slid shut behind them, I could see that Annabelle was wearing a wide grin on her face. “You just can’t seem to stay away, can you?” She asked in a patronizing tone. I merely panted back at her, too weak and woozy to even grunt a reply.

Stepping over to the wall, Annabelle raised her hand and pressed a large red button beneath the touchscreen next the door. All of the sudden, both of our machines lurched to a stop and the loud motors beneath our carts winded down. Both Brandy and I let out audible sighs.

“I understand that there’s been a bit of a mix-up,” Annabelle continued. “Is it right that Brandy is now playing the role of Jodie, and Jodie’s playing the role of Brandy? How fun!” Still wrecked from my state of ecstasy, I could only blink and pant in reply. “Quite a lot of drama for such a short time in the driver’s seat, wouldn’t you say?”

Annabelle dropped Katie’s leash and stepped over to me. She squatted down in front of me so that we were eye-to-eye.

“And Miss Katie here tells me that she planted a little surprise in your suite in order to prompt an intervention,” she continued. “A clever move that ultimately cost Katie her job. Isn’t that right, Katie?”

Barely still open, my eyes flicked over to Katie, who was still standing next to the cell door. She gave a small nod. “Yes, ma’am,” she said quietly.

“What was that?” Annabelle snapped forcefully. “Speak up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Katie replied quickly in a louder voice.

“Much better,” Annabelle answered. “Katie and I will be getting to know each other quite well over the next couple weeks. I’ve sentenced her to 21 days of corrections here at the kennel. That’s the maximum sentence for possession and distribution of an illegal substance on Kingdom grounds.”

My eyes opened wide. 21 days? Holy shit! My heart dropped in my chest. Katie’s decision to help me out of my predicament had ultimately damned her to nearly a month of torture at the hands of a sadist! I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Katie didn’t deserve this…

“After she’s done,” Annabelle continued, “-she’ll be reassigned back to her old department. Entertainment, was it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Katie replied with her head still bowed. I could see the disappointment written on her face. I vaguely recalled her telling how much she disliked working in ‘entertainment’.

“But enough about Katie,” Annabelle said. “Let’s talk about you.”

Annabelle stroked several loose hairs out of my face and tucked them behind my ear. I could tell that she was enjoying this. I suppose after the rudeness I’d shown her, it was only natural to expect someone like her to want to take a victory lap.

“Did you happen to read the message I sent you?” Annabelle asked.

I shook my head as best as my restraints allowed.

“I figured you hadn’t,” she replied. “I made an offer to purchase Brandy from you. I called in a favor with a higher-up and was able to authorize an increase of 250 grand to your final take-home salary.”

My eyes widened. As exhausted and over-sexed as I was, I wasn’t too befuddled to appreciate the prospects of an additional 250 thousand dollars...

“Unfortunately, that deal is no longer on the table,” Annabelle replied shortly. “Given this unexpected turn of events, I’m prepared to offer you another deal. A far better one, if you ask me.” Annabelle leaned in closer to me. Her face was now cold and serious. “Agree to transfer Brandy into my custody, or I’ll send you back with her just as we found you. Collared and cuffed. Brandy can get back to dying your hair blonde, and you can spend the next three months going by her name.”

To my right, Brandy began to holler wildly. She was obviously not enthused to hear the terms of her sale being negotiated right in front of her. And from the sound of it, she already suspected the way I was likely to answer.

Annabelle’s cold eyes bore into mine from over her spectacles. “What do you say?”

I blinked back at her in shock. Not only had 250 thousand dollars suddenly vanished from the table, but the alternative to accepting her offer was ending up back in the position I’d just escaped from... It was really a ‘no-brainer’, but due to the lasting effects of my countless orgasms, I was having difficulty weighing the pros and cons. I wondered if there was any room for a counter-offer.

“Mmph grmmph mphmm?” I asked.

“Yes or no, red,” she pressed.

“Mmmph grrmph!” I insisted. The repercussions of this decision were far too great to be decided by a mere nod or shake of my head. I needed to speak. I needed assurances. Annabelle may have been the one currently holding all of the cards, but I still possessed something that she very much desired…

Annabelle stared at me for a moment before finally lifting her hand to my face. Grabbing ahold of the leather strap that was connected to my ball-gag, she gave it a tug. The end of the strap unsnapped from it position. Drool spilled down my chin as the ball-gag was suddenly pulled out of my mouth.

“Ugh,” exhaled, spitting saliva out of my mouth onto the platform beneath me. “I need to talk to Brandy before I make a decision,” I replied. “Alone.” I desperately wanted to know what was in Brandy’s head. As much as I’d come to despise her for what she’d done to me, it was crystal clear that she was here for a much deeper purpose. She was a puzzle piece that simply needed solving. If I agreed to these terms, I would almost certainly never get the answers that only she could provide…

“Not a chance,” Annabelle replied. “I need an answer right now. Yes or no.”

Brandy resumed her unintelligible shouting next to me, but in a higher octave. It was hard to tell if her voice was sounding more hoarse than earlier or if this was her attempt at pleading.

Dammit, I thought. Annabelle had pinned me into a corner. Without talking with Brandy, I had no way of hoping to learn her secrets. And without her assurances, I had no way of guaranteeing that she wouldn’t betray me all over again. For such a simple decision, it really was shaping up to be more complicated than it should have been.

“Last chance,” Annabelle pressed. I had to make a choice...

“I’ll do it,” I said. “But under one condition.”

“And that is?” Annabelle asked suspiciously.

“I get Katie,” I said forcefully. Brandy stared back at me silently. “If you want Brandy, then I want Katie in return. Even trade.”

Katie’s eyes suddenly lit up and darted hopefully back and forth between Annabelle and I. Brandy howled miserably into her gag. I could hear her restraints clinking frantically against the metal cart.

“Not possible,” Annabelle said abruptly. “Katie’s a salaried employee. We have different vetting protocols for employees and contestants. She hasn’t been cleared or approved for guest ownership.”

“Actually, I have,” Katie contributed from her spot next to the door. Her small voice shook as she spoke. “I’ve been approved as a contestant every year, but I’ve always backed out… on account of personal reasons.”

“It’s irrelevant,” Annabelle replied flatly, rolling her eyes. “If the final agreement was declined, then the paperwork is incomplete. The contract is now void.”

“All I would need is a revised 704 agreement that includes a modified calendar,” Katie chirped. “That and a job termination order, which I’m sure Mr. Garren would be happy to give you.”

Annabelle paused, her face still inches in front of me. I could tell that she was contemplating the offer.

“Those are my terms,” I said decisively. “Brandy for Katie.” The two of us stared silently at each other for several seconds. Her nostrils flared, clearly bothered by the unexpected turn and power shift of this negotiation.

“And Mr. Mohler from guest services is a licensed notary,” Katie interjected, speaking rapidly now. “If you need someone to notarize the contract, he-”

“Enough!” Annabelle interrupted forcefully, raising her hand. Katie fell immediately silent, bowing her head submissively. Annabelle took a deep breath and then exhaled. “You’ve got a deal,” she said in a low voice.

To my right, Brandy went completely wild. Screaming, sputtering, flailing, the works. She had just witnessed her own sale to quite possibly the least desirable individual in the entire Kingdom. In an instant, her hopes and dreams of freedom and independence had been replaced with hellish imprisonment. But as unfortunate as her circumstances were, I really had very little empathy for her at this point. Her own actions had led her to this place. Her heartless betrayal had earned her this fate.

To be honest, I was more disappointed by my own missed opportunities than I was about Brandy’s. While Katie and I directly benefited from this deal, I couldn’t help but wonder about the possibility that many others stood to lose from it. What if there was some horrible secret about this place that only Brandy could bring to an end? What if I just screwed over the one person who was equipped to bring down the Kingdom and restore this place to my uncle’s wholesome vision?

But I was getting ahead of myself. I had no idea what Brandy’s deal was. For all I knew, her cryptic “delta foxtrot” business could have just been an effort to screw with me. If I was determined to find answers, I’d just have to do so without her.

Annabelle straightened up to tower over me again. Damn, her thigh muscles must have been in incredible shape for her to have held her squatted position for that entire time. She walked between Brandy and I and I could hear her messing with the mechanics at the rear of Brandy’s cart.

“I have a lot of preparations to make for the upcoming auction, but I’ll try to draw up the paperwork sometime this evening. We should be able to make everything official by this time tomorrow.” she said.

Brandy let out a shriek as her cart began to roll forward. Pushing on the handle, Annabelle guided the cart forward. Katie stepped to the side as Brandy’s cart was rolled up to the door. Annabelle tapped at the touchscreen, prompting the cell door to slide open.

“Since I so inconsiderately cut your session short,” Annabelle mused, still tapping at the touchscreen, “And seeing as we have the right to detain you for up to 24 hours pending the completion of our investigation, I think I’m going to leave you as you were.”

Annabelle suddenly punched the large red button beneath the touchscreen again. To my horror, the cart beneath me roared back to life and the pipe between my legs resumed its merciless work against my raw pussy.

“Aaah!! Noooooo!!!!” I shrieked, squirming pointlessly to separate myself from the vibrating shaft. “Please, NOOOOOO!!!! I cant! I CAN’T!!!!

“Katie, would you mind reinstalling Miss O’Connell’s gag for me?” Annabelle asked calmly as she rolled Brandy out of the room.

“Yes ma’am,” Katie replied softly with her head bowed. With her hands still restrained in front of her, Katie stepped over to me looking apologetic. “I’m so sorry,” Katie whispered as she knelt down in front of me.

“Please, no!” I continued to plead at Annabelle’s back. “I can’t handle any more of this! I’ve already cum more times than I can count! Annabelle, pleeeemph!!! MMMMPPPPPPH!!!” Katie had pushed the ball-gag back into my mouth and snapped the leather strap back in its place.

“Oh, you’d be surprised at what your body can handle when you’ve got no choice in the matter,” she called back to me over her shoulder. “Come, Katie. Let’s give mistress some alone time.”

Katie gave me one last apologetic look before straightening up and jogging out of the room behind Annabelle. I continued to howl miserably as the vibrating pole hammered against me. Once again, I bent my knees as tightly as I could and craned my head upward in attempt to lessen the vibrator’s intensity.

“Enjoy your cum coma,” Annabelle sang to me patronizingly as the door slid shut. I was alone. Alone with my extractor. It hadn’t even been a full minute and I could already feel another orgasm creeping towards me. My neck muscles burned in agony as I held my head in its upright position. But even with the lower intensity of the vibrator, my clit was already incredibly tender from my previous round of orgasms. It now took remarkably little to push me toward the edge.

Moments later, my body trembled uncontrollably as another climax crashed over me. Weak as a kitten, gravity succeeded in pulling my head back down, returning the vibrator’s intensity to its highest setting. Self-pity overcame me as I came to accept the helplessness of my circumstances. I sobbed miserably as my clenched toes and knuckles relaxed in defeat. My long-term future may have looked promising, but my immediate future was nothing but bleak. At this point, only one thing was for sure- this was bound to be a loooong and trying afternoon… 

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Naked, gagged, hooded, and tied spread-eagle, I tugged ferociously at my bonds. It had probably been 20 minutes since Brandy had left and I was still nowhere closer to freedom. The pillow had slid out from under my head, giving me a clearer view of the restraints that bound me.

After having studied dozens of types of knots the night prior, I could see that Brandy had used a variation of what looked like a “bowline on a bight” knot to restrain each of my limbs to the corners of the bed. This meant that the only knot was bud-up against the bed’s poster. And since this was a king-sized bed, and I was positioned squarely in the middle, that made the knot over a foot out of my reach. I had managed to shift my body a few inches toward my dominant hand, but I was still well out of reach. I shouted in rage as I thrashed about in tantrum. I hated this! Brandy could return any second!

To make matters worse, by tugging and pulling so hard against the ropes, I was pretty sure that I’d only managed to cinch the knots tighter. Even if I could get my fingers around them, I’m not sure I’d have a chance at prying knot apart. I arched my back and shrieked pointlessly at the ceiling. I still couldn’t believe this was happening! I kept hoping that I was going to wake up and find that this had all been a terrible dream.

Just then, I heard the door to the suite open. My heart dropped and I instantly felt a sob forming in the base of my throat. My chance to escape had expired. Brandy had returned.

“Housekeeping!” I heard a chirpy high-pitched voice call out.

My spirits suddenly spiked. Housekeeping! I craned my head upward and hollered into my gag. It wasn’t Brandy! The sound of heels clicked across the foyer toward the bedroom.

“Hello?” the voice called from the doorway. A dark, curly haired woman leaned in. It was none other than the head of Katie from check-in!

“Aieee?!” I squealed into my gag

“Why, hello there, little one,” Katie said pleasantly. As she stepped through the doorway, I could see that she wore a revealing sexy maid’s outfit just like the woman from who had visited the previous day. Around her neck was a burgundy employee choker with her nametag in the middle.

Hallelujah! I exhaled in relief and relaxed in my bonds. After sticking up for her at check-in, surely she would help me out of this!

But as Katie stepped into the room, I could tell that something was off... She laid a stack of fresh towels on the dresser and turned to face me with a faux pouty face.

“Aww,” she chuckled. “You look so unhappy!”

“Aiee! Hall ee awogh dicht!” I shouted unintelligibly at her. Katie smiled as she stepped casually up to the foot of the bed.

“Aw, don’t worry, sweetie,” she said as she placed her hand on my bare foot. “I’m sure Mistress Jodie will be back to tend to your needs in no time,” she cooed playfully.

Holy shit, she didn’t recognize me! My heart sank as I suddenly remembered the latex hood covering the majority of my face. I frantically shook my head back and forth, hollering nonsense into my gag. Katie just giggled and walked around the bed to inspect my restraints. I continued to holler and thrash about, desperate to get through to Katie.

“Wow. It looks like Mistress Jodie certainly knows her knots!” she cooed in admiration.

I groaned, throwing my head back and forth in frustration. Katie took a seat on the bed beside me.

“Here,” she said as she reached over and readjusted the pillow to rest once more beneath my head. “There we go.”

I continued to plead my case, hollering desperately through the gag and tugging at my bonds. I had to figure out a way to convey to Katie that I was Jodie. She HAD to help me! She was literally the only one who could. But a stupid latex hood stood between me and my freedom. Why the fuck did Brandy have to put the hood on?!

“Aw, sweetie,” Katie mused compassionately. “Your lips look so chapped. Hold on a sec. Let me get you some chapstick.” She lifted up her skirt and reached her fingers into what looked like a hidden pocket on the inside. Pulling out a small tin pillbox, her face grimaced as she struggled to pry it open. Seconds later, the lid sprang open, sending the contents of the pillbox flying through the air. I rolled my eyes as breath mints showered down on me, along with a tube of chapstick, and what looked like… wait- were those marijuana joints? I tilted my head down to get a closer look. Yep- landing on the bed beside me were three unmistakable rolls of cannabis.

Shit!” Katie whispered. She quickly snatched up them up and returned them to the pillbox. “Those aren’t mine, I swear,” she stammered, as her cheeks suddenly became bright red. She leaned across me and continued gathering all of the breath mints off the bed. “I’ve never even used marijuana. I found those in one of the rooms I cleaned earlier.” I could see her fingers trembling in embarrassment. “Technically, I’m supposed to report any illegal drugs that I find during my rounds, but the punishment is a minimum sentence of seven days in the kennel. Seven days!” Katie shuddered dramatically. “And the slave has to serve the same sentence as her master! Yeah- I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I just confiscated them so I could destroy after my shift ends.”

Though Katie appeared genuine in her explanation, I honestly couldn’t have cared less who the pot belonged to. I had much bigger things on my mind than Katie and a few joints.

“Hold still,” she continued as she removed the cap to the chapstick and lifted it to my mouth.

I sighed in irritation as Katie applied the balm to my gagged lips. I know she wasn’t trying to patronize me, but it still felt pretty demeaning.

“There we go,” she said with a half smile. “You know, I met your Mistress a few days ago. I really think you lucked out by getting her.” I groaned loudly. How the hell was I going to get through to this nitwit? “She actually did me a huge favor,” she continued, returning the chapstick back to her pillbox while she talked. “I was the one who checked her in back at the train station. I guess I was being too loud, because my boss came over and reprimanded me. But Jodie intervened on my behalf. I’m pretty sure my boss was about to fire me or transfer me to another department. But she told him off right in front of everyone and insisted that I say. It was…” Katie shivered giddily, as if recalling a pleasant dream, “-it was pretty incredible.”

“UGGGH!” I groaned loudly in frustration. Katie jumped in surprise. I had heard all that I could bear. “I KNOW! I KNOW! THAT WAS ME!” I tried to articulate. Only, with the gag in my mouth, it came out something like-“AI-OH! AI-OH! AMP ULPH HEEE!” I continued to holler as loud as I could, utterly desperate now to communicate.

“Oh sweetie,” Katie said, smiling. “I’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.” She patted my abdomen softly as she stood to her feet. “A million dollar paycheck and getting to be a slave to a gorgeous red-head for three months… Mmm. To be completely honest, if I got someone like Jodie as a mistress, I’m not sure I’d ever want to leave-”

Just then, I heard the sound of the front door opening. Katie’s face turned sharply toward the bedroom doorway. She hurriedly lifted her skirt again and stowed the pillbox in the hidden pocket. She straightened her uniform, stood up straight, and pulled her curly hair behind her ears. She skipped giddily toward the doorway, propping up her breasts with her hands. It certainly seemed like she’d become smitten with me. But as she stood in the doorway, the smile on her face suddenly vanished.

“Oh- hello” Katie said awkwardly as Brandy entered the room.

Brandy stopped in her tracks. She was holding several shopping bags in her hands. She stared at Katie, stone-faced.

“…Can I help you?” Brandy replied suspiciously.

“Oh- sorry, I uh, I’m house-keeping. I’m Katie-” Katie said, pointing awkwardly at her name tag on her neck. “I was just dropping off some linens.” She motioned her hand towards the towels on the dresser. Brandy stared at her silently. “Doooo…. uh, do you need anything before I go? Does anything need to be cleaned, or-?”

“No,” Brandy replied bluntly, not breaking her stoic gaze with Katie. After a moment of awkward silence, Brandy added, “Bye.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” Katie replied, walking past Brandy with her head down. Brandy’s eyes followed Katie as she walked away. At the doorway, Katie stopped and turned back toward Brandy. “Have a nice day, Miss-…”

“McConnell,” Brandy replied. “Jodie McConnell.”

It was at this moment that I saw the lights finally dawn on Katie. I held my breath as I watched Katie’s eyes widen. She froze like a deer in headlights. Her face had drained of all color and looked as if she’d seen a ghost. There was little doubt that she knew what was going on. Albeit, she was now too late to actually do anything. At this point, short of going to security and pleading for them to intervene, I really wasn’t sure what she could do to help…

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Miss McConnell,” she said, breaking the silence with a forced smile. She glanced back over to me, visibly nervous. “I’ll- uh, give you two some privacy,” she added. “Bye.” And with that, she turned and quickly exited the room, her heels clicking behind her.

Brandy looked over and studied me with what looked to be mild suspicion. I scowled back at her silently wearing my best poker face. Moments later, I heard the front door close, leaving me alone once more with my captor. Without saying anything, Brandy stepped into the bathroom and laid her shopping bags on the floor. Then, she exited the bedroom altogether.

Dammit, this mysterious silent shit was really starting to piss me off. I hated not knowing what my future had in store. It was unnerving not to being able to get a read on this bitch. From what I could gather, contrasting from her bio that I read on the train, she didn’t appear to be a sadist or masochist. While she had been full of sass and spunk during our previous encounters, she now carried herself like an executive or some sort of intelligence operative. She had either been pretending before or managing a multiple-personality disorder. Considering her cryptic phone call from earlier, it was almost certainly the former.

I craned my head upward as I heard something being dragged from the other room. Moments later, Brandy entered the room pulling a wooden armchair behind her. She sat the chair at the foot of the bed and disappeared once more into the bathroom. For the next several minutes, I could hear her unpacking and tinkering with the contents of her shopping bags.

I stubbornly gave several last minute tugs to my bonds. But Katie had been right. Brandy certainly did seem to know how to tie her knots.

After about a minute, Brandy stepped back into the room and walked over to stand next to me.

“I’m going to untie you now,” she explained calmly. “Once you’re free, please take a seat in that chair over there. If you fight me or try to escape, I’ll have no choice but to shock you. Understand?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically through my gag. The response must have been sufficient for Brandy because she proceeded to untie the ropes from the bed posters at each corner. First, at my ankles, and then at my wrists. Once my hands were free, I reached over and began pulling the ropes out from the D-rings of my cuffs.

“Leave them,” Brandy said, grabbing my wrist. I shot a glare at her, which prompted her to tighten her grip. “Leave them, and take a seat,” she repeated authoritatively.

For a split second, I contemplated lunging at Brandy. I would have loved nothing more than to throw down in this moment. But with the ropes still attached to all of my cuffs, it would have been only too easy for Brandy to simply retie me. So, I choose to comply. For now… I stood to my feet and walked over the armchair at the foot of the bed. Dramatically, I sat down, folding my arms across my naked chest.

“Thank you,” Brandy said.

She stepped over to me and grabbed ahold of the rope still attached to my right wrist cuff. Then, she began to wrap the rope around the arm of the chair. I shrieked into the gag, yanking my hand away, and jumping to my feet. She wanted to tie me to the chair? Bullshit! I thought she wanted to sit so we could talk! But with lightning speed, Brandy had stepped back and whipped my smartphone out of her back pocket. She held it up warningly.

“Cooperate, or I will put you down,” Brandy ordered in a deep voice.

“Ai hot awig oowet oo ai me ackot!!” I hollered unintelligibly at her.

“Take your seat,” Brandy repeated. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you force me to.” I could see that there was zero emotion in her eyes. Just ice-cold determination. “Now,” she ordered in a louder voice.

After glaring at her for several seconds, I sat back down in defeat. I hated this!!!! As long as Brandy was in possession of my phone, she had the upper hand. I eyed the device with loathing. Who could have predicted that my shitty scratched-up Android would become the key to my future?

Upon sitting back down, Brandy began to wrap the ropes around the arms and legs of the chair, securing me in my seated position. After the last knot cinched tight, Brandy straightened up and stepped back.

“Thank you,” Brandy said softly.

UCK OO!” I spat back at her. Brandy ignored me and pulled out a pair of scissors from her pocket.

“I’m going to cut your hood off now, okay?” I simply glared back at her.

Brandy proceeded to insert the blade of the scissors beneath the bottom of my latex hood. I held my breath as I felt the metal of the long blade slide against my throat. I closed my eyes, praying silently that she wouldn’t accidentally slice my neck open. After a few seconds, she had cut a line straight down the middle of my face, past my mouth opening, along my nose, and right up to my forehead. Then, she pulled the flaps of the hood away from each other, exposing my skin. Moments later, she tugged the latex off of my head altogether, freeing my face from it’s rubber prison. Now if only she could do the same for my damn gag.

Then, Brandy stepped around the chair to stand behind me. I squealed in surprise as I felt the chair tipping backwards. My weight was now balanced on the chair’s two hind legs and I was being dragged toward the bathroom. As soon as I passed through the doorway, my nostrils were filled with the overwhelming scent of bleach and peroxide. What the hell? I twisted as best as I could to see what the smell was coming from but the high back of the chair hindered my view.

But my curiosity was short-lived. Brandy spun the armchair around to have me face the bathroom mirror and counter. On the counter was an opened box that read ‘ARORA Hair-Coloring Kit’ and a clear plastic container filled with white goo. Off to the opposite end of the counter was a styrofoam mannequin head with a long red wig perched on top.

It took me a split second to process everything that I was looking at. But once I had, it’s safe to say that I officially LOST. MY. SHIT. This bitch was planning on switching places with me!!! She was fixing to bleach my red hair to be blonde like hers! And based on the red wig on the counter, I could only guess that she planned to wear that in order to pass herself off as ME!!! Oh HELL NO!!!!!

“OO UCKID ICT!!” I shrieked at her. I continued screaming louder than I’d ever screamed before. I tugged and twisted with every ounce of my might. This was NOT going to happen. I wasn’t going to let it! I didn’t care if she shocked me to oblivion. I was prepared to fight to the death to stop her from doing this.

Suddenly, my neck was pelted with electricity. I shrieked as my back arched involuntarily. My entire body trembled as the shocks continued to radiate from my collar. Finally, after a few seconds, it ended, causing me to slump over, panting.

“Stop!” Brandy ordered, grabbing a fist-full of my hair and yanking it backwards. I glared at her through the mirror in front of us, snarling like a rabid animal. I twisted my head back and forth, desperate to pull my hair from her grip. But I could feel her grip tighten and pull back harder, making me wince in pain. But pain was no longer a deterrent for me. Now, I was here to fight.

Seeing that I was not giving in, I saw Brandy lift her phone again and tap on the screen. More electricity coursed through my neck, causing me to tense and quiver uncontrollably. Brandy released my hair and stepped in front of the chair to face me. She leaned over so that her face was right in front of mine. We were so close that I could feel her breath on my cheek.

“This is going to happen,” she said coldly. “Whether you like it or not.”

Seizing my opportunity, I lunged my head forward. Brandy leaned back, but not quickly enough. My forehead made hard contact with her mouth, causing her to yelp in pain.

“Ugh, dammit!” she shouted, raising her hand to her mouth as she stumbled backward. As she straightened up, she pulled her hand away from her mouth to reveal a bloody grimace. I had busted her bottom lip! As proud as that made me, the look of rage that was now on Brandy’s face sent chills down my spine.

Shit!” she said as she turned toward the mirror and saw the blood. She spat a mouthful of blood into the sink before turning back toward me. “Now you’ve done it, bitch.” I saw her lift her cellphone, and I clenched my eyes shut in preparation for another round of shocks.

Just then, I heard loud knocking at the front door of the suite, followed by the sound of the door opening. Both Brandy and I turned to look in shock.

“Miss O’Connell, this is security!” a male voice called out.

What the fuck?” Brandy muttered, her face contorted in confusion. She grabbed a hand-towel from the hook on the wall and frantically wiped the blood off of her face and hands. After briefly inspecting herself in the mirror, she walked past me and out of the bathroom.

“Uh, can I help you?!” I heard Brandy call out.

I craned my head back, but I couldn’t see out of the room.

“We received a report of illicit drugs on the premises,” the male voice said.

What?” Brandy challenged. “From who?”

“If I could ask you to stand back, ma’am-” the voice continued.

“No, I’m not going to stand back!” Brandy argued loudly. “You have no right to be here. Article 4 dash 2 states that no security personnel can enter a private residence-”

“-Without cause,” the security guard interrupted forcefully. “Which as you can see by this permit, we now have.”

“Right there, officer,” I heard an unidentified female voice say. “That’s where I saw it.” There was a brief pause where nobody said anything.

“What the fuck is that?” I heard Brandy ask. “Okay, I swear to god that’s not mine! I’ve never seen shit that before!”

“Ma’am, I’m going to ask you step back and place your hands against the wall,” another male stated.

“What?! No fucking way! That shit’s not mine!” Brandy hollered.

“Ma’am, I’m not going to ask again-” the guard continued.

“This is bullshit!” Brandy spat, “I’m not taking responsibility for that! Hey- back off.”


“I said BACK OFF!” Brandy yelled. I could hear the sounds of a scuffle beginning to break out. “What are you- Hey!” Brandy demanded. “No! Get… OFF OF ME! STOP!! I said Stompph! Nooompph! MMMPHHH!!!”

My heart began to race. What the hell was happening? Brandy had obviously been gagged at this point and was in the process of being overpowered. I turned my attention to my wrist restraints, desperate to find some new flaw in the ropes that would suddenly allow me to escape. I tugged ferociously, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

“Jodie?” A voice called out from the doorway behind me. I looked up into the mirror to see Katie standing there.

“Aieee!” I shouted through my gag.

Katie rushed over to me and began untying my restraints. Once she released my wrists, I began to unlock my ring-gag. My fingers were trembling so hard that I could barely work them properly. By the time Katie had finished untying my ankles, I had removed my ring-gag and pulled off the hood. I opened and closed my jaw several times gratefully.

Suddenly, I felt Katie place her hands on each side of my face, making me jump slightly in my seat. It was safe to say that this ordeal had left me pretty jumpy. But tenderly, Katie held my face steady, kneeling down so that we were eye-level.

“Do whatever they say,” she whispered cautiously. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was dead serious. “Don’t say a word. Just nod and shake your head. I’ll take care of everything. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered back, nodding. I still had no idea what the hell was going on, but I sensed that I could trust Katie. I held back tears as Katie gave me a small smile.

“Okay,” she said softly, grabbing my hand. “Up we get.”

Katie helped me stand and supported my weight. While mostly emotionally traumatic, the last hour had left me somewhat shaky and weak. “I’m good now,” I said as we stepped out of the bathroom. Katie let go of me, allowing me to walk on my own.

As we stepped out of the bedroom, I saw 3 security guards standing in the foyer. One was wearing rubber gloves and was taking photographs of the entry hall table, another was walking around the suite speaking into a walkie-talkie, and the third was standing over Brandy who was lying on the floor face-down with her hands restrained behind her back at her wrists and elbows. She was still clothed, but once again wore cuffs, a trainer ball-gag, and brand new collar.

As we stepped closer, I peered at the entry-hall table, curious to see what the guard was taking pictures of. Perched on the edge was none other than Katie’s pillbox from earlier. The lid was open revealing Katie’s tube of chapstick, breath mints, and… the marijuana joints!

My mouth dropped as I glanced over to Katie. She gave me a half smile and a tiny wink. Holy shit! Beneath the ditsy, bumbling, exterior, Katie was a bonafide genius! She must have planted the pillbox on the table as she was leaving! And then, she went straight to security to report the finding of illegal drugs! If it weren’t for the fact that there were three security guards in our presence and we couldn’t afford to seem too suspicious, I could have kissed Katie!

“Do you know anything about this?” the guard with the walkie-talkie asked me, pointing at the drugs on the table. I shook my head ‘no’. The guard studied me for a second before speaking again into his walkie. “Bonner to Kennel, the suspect’s been apprehended. Gathering evidence, now.”

Pulling out a smartphone, he lifted it up and tapped it against my collar. For a split hopeful second, I thought maybe he was going to free me. But I heard my collar emit three fast consecutive beeps. I sighed in disappointment as I recognized this sound sequence from the handbook that I’d studied the night prior. Three fast consecutive beeps merely indicated a transfer of custody. I wasn’t “free”. I was now in the custody of security. Yay…

“Arms behind your back, please,” he said to me.

I looked over to Katie nervously but she simply gave me a reassuring nod. Trusting her, I did as the guard asked. The guard reached into the cargo pocket of his pants and withdrew restraints. I felt him apply the padlock to my wrist cuffs, locking them together. Then, I felt him encompass a leather strap around my upper arms just above the elbows. I winced as he buckled the strap, keeping my arms pressed tightly together behind me. Then, he raised a leash up to my neck. I rolled my eyes as he clipped it to the D-ring of my collar. I prayed silently that Katie knew what she was doing...

The guard with a camera walked around the suite taking pictures. He walked briskly past us and proceeded to inspect the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and closets. For the next several minutes, all was silent with exception to the sounds of the camera flash and cabinets doors and drawers opening and closing. I had to give it to these rent-a-cops. This investigation definitely seemed pretty thorough.

We all waited patiently until the guard with the camera walked back into the foyer and began packing up his supplies. He carefully he placed the pillbox in an evidence baggie and stowed it into one of the compartments of his large black duffle bag. Peeling off his rubber gloves, he hoisted the back over his shoulders and turned to the other guards. “That should do it,” he said, matter of factly.

The guard with the walkie-talkie lifted it to his mouth and said, “Bonner to kennel- bringing in both warden and slave. Please prepare holding for two.”

A voice on the other end replied, “Copy that.”

“Alright, let’s move out,” the guard said.

The guard standing over Brandy reached down and pulled her painfully to her feet by her leash. She grunted as she struggled to put her feet beneath her. Brandy may have been muscular, but the guard holding her could have been a pro-wrestler. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Brandy being restrained and helpless again. Her freedom had hardly lasted an hour! And now she was headed right back to the kennel. Between her sour expression and her still-bleeding lip, Brandy had, once again, become the model of a quite unhappy camper.

The guard holding the duffle bag held the front door open and the other two guards led us out into the blistering heat. We got a lot of attention as we made our way down Centre Street. To be specific, Brandy was the recipient of the majority of mock applause and wolf-whistles. Not only was she gorgeous and busty, but with her elbows strapped together behind her back, her breasts jutted out even further than usual.

Seemingly, the only thing that perverted men liked to see more than a bound and gagged woman, was a bound and gagged woman who used to be in charge. Seeing as Brandy was still clothed, the crowd seemed to come to the natural conclusion that she was getting in trouble for something. And their reactions were downright gleeful.

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I was awoken to sound of the loud cheering outside my window. I blinked as bright morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, causing me to squint and bury my head beneath the blankets. My copy of ‘A Comprehensive Guide to Slave Ownership’ rested propped-open on the nightstand and a half-eaten box of Hawaiian pizza sat on top of the covers next to me. It had been a long night of studying and pizza happened to be the brain-food that I required to stay focused. Hey- while my metabolism still worked, I might as well take advantage of eating what I liked.

It had been a while since I could remember studying for anything. Despite my high aptitude scores in school, I had never been the greatest student. I consistently scored high enough to join the “gifted” classes, but ultimately ended up dropping down to standard learning due to my complete and utter lack of motivation. Uncle Henry had dropped out of high school in his senior year, which had always made me skeptical of just how important school really was. I remember being desperate to graduate and put all the “busy work” in the rear-view mirror.

But today’s test was different. Unlike high school, the outcome of this particular test actually mattered. I literally held another person’s fate in my hands. If I didn’t pass, she’d likely end up in the custody of the woman named Annabelle and would spend the next three months being tortured. So, I had my motivation. And as a result, I was feeling pretty darn prepared.

I’d learned everything there was to learn about a slave’s vital sign parameters, dietary needs, sleep cycles, and physiotherapy. Physiotherapy actually made up the largest portion of the book. Illustrated tutorials detailed everything from exercises to partner stretches to massages that restored blood flow to strained limbs. I was actually pretty impressed by the lengths these people had gone to educate their guests about health-related issues.

Another large portion of the book was dedicated to BDSM equipment. The text exhaustibly explained the various meanings behind different sounds and light patterns emitting from a slave’s collar. There was also vast glossary of different types of knots and restraints. Towards the back were more disturbing tutorials like ‘how to safely applying feeding tubes’ and ‘administering enemas’. I must admit, I skipped over those sections. I valued my Hawaiian pizza too much to lose my appetite…

I stretched out on the bed, arching my back and kicking the comforter off of me. With the exception of my pants, I was still fully clothed from the day prior. Ugh, I was going on three days wearing this same outfit. I really needed to get some new clothes. Pronto.

Groggily, I stood to my feet. They still ached from my ordeal in the woods but they were definitely feeling a bit better than they did the day before. I walked over to the window to see what all the commotion was outside. In the circle, there was a medium-sized crowd gathered around the center stage where two naked women wrestled each other, covered in mud. I rolled my eyes, turning and walked out the bedroom. On my way out, I grabbed the pizza box off of the bed and carried it into the kitchen.

Yawning, I put the box in the fridge and grabbed a mug from the kitchen cabinet. Then, I inserted a coffee pod into the Keurig and pressed start. Moments later, I was sipping on a piping hot pumpkin spice latte. Breakfast of champions. How did humans ever survive before Keurig machines?

Walking over to the edge of the indoor pool, I sat down on the edge, placing my feet in the water. The water was the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. I flexed my toes contently as I took my sweet time finishing my caffeine.

After I could no longer justify sitting there for any longer, I stood up and made my way back to the bedroom. Time to start the day, I thought. Today’s game-plan was to go buy some new clothes, grab some lunch, head over to the kennel, take my stupid test, and then bail out Brandy. After that, who knew?

Grabbing a tote bag from the closet, I tossed in my book, phone, key card, and park map. Once I’d slipped on my jeans and boots, I tied my hair into a ponytail and headed out. The humid air smacked me in the face as I exited the castle suite. Damn, if it was already this hot at 10am, it was bound to be a stifling day. I needed some shorts ASAP. Glancing down at my map, I quickly located the section marked ‘CLOTHING/APPAREL’.

One by one, I traveled across the faire, checking the shops off my list. It wasn’t until the fourth one down that I finally managed to find a clothing store that sold something other than lingerie and leather/latex sex costumes. Not even looking at the price tags, I bought nearly a dozen different outfits, complete with undergarments and footwear. Hey- I was a millionaire now. For the first time in my life, everything was in my budget.

After I was finished shopping, I stopped to eat lunch again at Vern’s Brisket and Vine. Or rather- Sally’s BBQ. Sally’s recipe may not have tasted quite as good as Vern’s, but the BBQ was still good enough for me to return. After two sandwiches and a bit of last-minute studying, I was ready to head to the kennel. I exited the restaurant and maneuvered my way through the crowds of people on Centre Street. Though I had never been particularly confident when it came to academia, today I had an undeniable pep in my step. I was feeling well rested, well fed, and well prepared. I was ready to get this done.

At the kennel, a guard sat behind the reception desk. As I entered the lobby, he looked up at me and smiled. I recognized him as one of the same guards I had spoken to the day prior.

“Welcome back,” he said pleasantly.

“Thanks,” I replied, stepping up to the counter and dropping my shopping bags on the floor beside me. “Let’s give this test another try, shall we?”

“That’s the spirit,” the guard said cheerily, reaching over into his filing cabinet to withdraw a manila folder. “Can I get you anything to drink before you start? Any water or tea?”

“No thanks,” I replied, grabbing the folder from his hand. I bent over to pick up my shopping bags, but the guard raised his hand to stop me.

“Oh, you can leave those where they are,” he said, standing to his feet. “I’ll move them behind the counter until you’re finished.”

“Oh,” I replied, straightening back up. “Thanks.” Either this guy had recently graduated from etiquette school or he had a bit of a crush on me. I took mental note in the chance that someday I’d need a favor from a security guard.

Taking a seat in the same chair as before, I opened the folder to reveal the exam along with a pencil. Scanning through the first page, I immediately recognized that some of the multiple-choice questions had changed from the previous time I’d taken it. This made sense, given the sheer volume of material in the handbook I’d studied from. But I was undaunted. I answered each question with ease all the way through page 4. Page 5 threw me for a few loops. Page 8 had a question about enemas. And I’m pretty sure that the last page had a trick question in which all choices were actually correct. In total, the test took me no longer that 20 minutes.

I walked back up the guard behind the counter and handed him back my folder. “That should do it,” I said confidently.

“Very good,” he replied pleasantly. “Let’s run this through the scan-tron and see how we did.” He removed the papers from the folder and fed them into the machine next to his computer. Once complete, he began tapping away at his keyboard. “Well,” he said, looking back up at me. “-you passed.” I exhaled a bit in relief. “97%. Well done!” he added.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“Now for the essay portion,” he added.

My face fell as I stared at him.

“I’m just kidding,” he replied, chuckling. “You’re all good.”

“Oh,” I answered, forcing a smile. “Good one.”

The guard smiled, visibly pleased with his lame attempt at flirting. Then, he grabbed several sheet of paper from a stack next to his computer.

“All I need now,” he continued, as he placed the papers on the counter in front of me, “-is your autograph on each of these forms. This one essentially transfers Miss Brandy L. Michaels into your custody and states that you agree to all terms of temporary slave ownership. That you accept responsibility for the safety and welfare of your slave as long as she remains in your custody.”

“Oookay,” I replied uncertainly as I picked up the form and speed-read over it. “Sure,” I added, using the pen on the counter to sign my name (Jodie’s name) on the dotted line.

“Great,” the guard replied, grabbing the form from in front of me. “This next form states that you accept the Kingdom’s rules and regulations as dictated in our Code of Conduct as well as our Discipline and Corrections Handbook. You should have received both of those books in your welcome box. Signing below confirms that you acknowledge the jurisdiction of Kingdom security personnel and judicial authority to enforce those rules and regulations.”

I gulped, realizing that I had not read either of the books he had mentioned. In fact, they remained untouched in the welcome box that was still seated on the entry hall table of the suite. “Sure,” I replied, not wanting to give away that I had no idea what he was talking about. Once again, I signed the dotted line at the bottom of the page.

“And this last form states that you recognize the potential for turnabout. During your stay, either by permission OR against your will, your slave may succeed in overpowering you. Signing this confirms that you understand that risk as well as the Kingdom’s lack of jurisdiction to intervene on your behalf should such a situation arise.”

I blinked in shock, contemplating what he just said. “Wait, what?”

The guard chuckled, leaning back and spinning slightly in his swivel-chair. “Basically, if your slave gets the jump on you and manages to turn the tables, there’s not a whole lot we, as security, can do,” he explained. “For all we know, you two might have agreed to switch things up and play out a role-reversal fantasy. The only way we’d be able intervene would be if there was a rule infraction of some sort. If we should ever detect a violation of protocol, we’ll always intervene. And once that happens, the reigns would ultimately be returned to whoever was supposed to hold power.”

“Shit,” I replied, scanning the form nervously. That tidbit certainly changed things…

“Look,” the guard said in a reassuring voice, “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. If Xena warrior princess were to ever turn the tables on you, it’s only a matter of time before she’d inevitably slip up and break a rule. They always do. Most role-reversals I’ve witnessed are sorted out within a few hours because the slave doesn’t knowing what the hell she’s doing. They make a violation, our alarms go off, and then we show up on their doorstep and lay down the law.

I continued reading the form in silence.

“If it helps you sleep at night,” the guard continued, “-most owners have a buddy system of sorts. Once every day or so, their buddy checks in on them to make sure that everything’s normal. If you’re worried about it, just find someone you can trust and make a deal.”

“Okay,” I replied, my pen hovering above the signature line.

This form was by far the scariest thing I’d read since I arrived. I wanted to believe that I could trust Brandy but the reality was that I hardly even knew her. And based on what I did know about her, she was definitely not the stereotypical submissive. I’d just have to be careful, I thought. My paranoia wasn’t worth subjecting a person to the custody of Annabelle for three months.

Taking a deep breath, I put the pen to the paper and signed on the dotted line.

“Alright,” the guard said, grabbing the completed form from the counter. “It looks like you’re all set!” He placed all of the paperwork back in the manila folder and returned it to the filing cabinet it came from.

Leaning forward, he spoke into a silver microphone that sat on the desk, “Cellblock A, please prepare slave Brandy Michaels for pickup, Cellblock A, please prepare slave Brandy Michaels for pickup.” Looking back at me, he added, “It shouldn’t be more than a few minutes. You’re free to take a seat while you wait.”

“Nah, I’m alright standing,” I answered, pulling out my phone to check the time. But as I looked through my home screen for something to keep me busy, I suddenly realized something… I hadn’t been getting any notifications since I arrived. No emails, no missed calls, no facebook likes. It had been complete radio silence. I tapped on my facebook app, only to see a “NO SIGNAL” error pop up. The same message appeared on my mail and phone apps. But when I tapped the web browser app, it took me straight to my homepage.

“Uh, do you happen to know why none of my messaging apps are working?” I asked, holding up my phone. “I have full bars but I only get a signal on my web browser.”

The guard’s eyebrows raised, almost as if he was surprised that I didn’t already know the answer. “Uh, yeah,” he replied, “the Kingdom blocks most services for discretionary reasons.”

“Oh,” I answered hesitantly. “So, only my web browser works?”

“That and the Kingdom’s official app,” he answered, “You’ve downloaded that, right?”

“Uh, no,” I said. “How do I do that?”

“Oh, you’ll definitely want that,” he replied. He leaned forward and grabbed a business card out of a cardholder located on the counter. Holding it up to me, he added, “Just go to this site and press download." 

“That’s it?” I asked.

“That’s it,” he replied smiling, “From there, you’ll have maps, brochures, event schedules, you name it. You can also communicate with other guests straight from the app. And most importantly, it gives access to all of your slave’s information. Her profile, food allergies, vitals, etc. You can zap her straight from the app, program other devices, and you can unlock her collar and restraints just by tapping the phone against them.”

During the time he had explained everything, I had typed in the site address from the card and downloaded the app to my phone. When I opened it, the app asked me to place the QR code from my key-card within the camera phone’s field of view. Pulling my lanyard out from behind my vest, I held the key-card beneath the phone so that the QR code lined up inside the box on the screen. A moment later, the logo of a castle appeared on the screen above the words ‘The Kingdom’, followed by the words, ‘Welcome, Jodie McConnell’. Then, a brief transition took me to the home screen.

My concentration was suddenly broken by the sound of metal doors sliding open on the back wall of the lobby. I looked up to see a naked Brandy standing in the doorway next to a latex-clad Annabelle. Brandy was wearing what she wore the first time we’d met. Her arms were restrained behind her in a black arm-binder with straps that cris-crossed over her chest. Her ankles wore unshackled leather cuffs. Her head was covered in a latex hood that had openings for her eyes, nose, and mouth. In her mouth was a large ring-gag. And to finish the ensemble off, she was wearing the despised chastity belt. Whether or not the butt-plug was attached, I couldn’t tell.

“Welcome back!” Annabelle said gleefully as she led Brandy over to me by the leash. “I believe congratulations are in order. What was your final score on the exam?”

“She got a 97%,” the guard interjected eagerly with a smile.

“What a smarty-pants!” Annabelle replied with faux excitement. I really despised this woman. Everything about her seemed to rub me the wrong way. Perhaps I’d have felt differently if our first interaction hadn’t consisted of her stabbing my neck with a needle and forcing me into bondage.

“Well it looks like you’ll be in good hands, then, eh love?” she asked giving Brandy’s leash a little tug.

Brandy nodded submissively with her head bowed. “Ech aan,” I heard her say quietly. I guessed that was gaglish for ‘Yes ma’am’.

“Feet together,” Annabelle ordered in a deeper voice. Brandy immediately adjusted her stance, pressing both ankles against each other. Damn, Annabelle really must have done a number on her. The Brandy I’d seen just one day earlier was more likely to respond to such a demand with a growl and attempted head-butt.

“Good girl,” Annabelle responded cheerfully. “As you can see, we’ve managed to address some of her behavioral issues but slave Brandy still has a ways to go. Isn’t that right?”

Again, Brandy nodded with her head bowed. “Ech aan,” she replied again.

“Yes, she’ll make a fine slave girl, indeed,” Annabelle chuckled as she handed me the end of Brandy’s leash. Nodding toward my phone, she added, “Oh, I sent you a message yesterday. Please read it over in private and let me know what you think.”

Without responding, I took the leash from her and allowed it to fall to the floor. Stepping beside Brandy, I lifted my phone and tapped it against the mechanical buckle of her armbinder. The straps suddenly sprung off of her shoulders and hung loosely beside her. Bending over, I grabbed ahold of the tip of the armbinder and tugged downward. Brandy shimmied slightly, allowing the restraint to slide off of her. Moments later, she was stretching her free arms and flexing her joints.

“You won’t be needing that anymore,” I said, tossing the armbinder into one of my shopping bags. “Or this,” I continued, tapping the phone against the front of her chastity belt. Once the belt’s mechanism unlocked, she pulled the contraption over her hips and stepped out of it one foot at a time. I took it from her hands and added it to the bag.

Annabelle blinked, looking taken aback. I imagine she hadn’t expected to see her powerless slave regaining her freedoms so quickly after her release. Seeing the look of irritation on Annabelle’s face was surprisingly satisfying. I could only imagine how enjoyable it must have been for Brandy.

I proceeded to tap my phone against Brandy’s wrists and ankle cuffs allowing them to unlock and fall to the floor. I gathered everything up and tossed it all into the same shopping bag holding her other restraints.

“What… May I ask what are you doing?” Annabelle asked looking clearly unnerved.

“No, you may not,” I replied flippantly. “Brandy’s no longer your concern. Don’t worry about us.”

Annabelle’s eyebrows raised in surprise at my response. “Very well,” she replied coldly.

Brandy seemed to be having difficulty unbuckling her gag, so I walked behind her and helped her remove it. Once her mouth was free, she peeled the latex hood off of her head, sighing in relieve. She looked at me with a weak smile, her face flushed and her hair damp and matted from the hood. 

“Thank you,” she said breathily.

“No problem,” I responded. I reached down and grabbed an outfit and sandals from one of the shopping bags and handed it to Brandy. “Go ahead and put this on.” 

Brandy quickly snatched the clothes from my hands and began to dress herself. “Thanks,” she replied.

“Please read my message,” Annabelle interrupted forcefully. Her face was now stern and unpleasant. “I think you’ll find it quite intriguing.”

“Actually,” I replied turning toward Annabelle. “Could you please excuse us?” 

Annabelle’s nostrils flared as her eyes pierced into me from behind her spectacles. I could only guess that she was not used to receiving such indifference. Annabelle struck me as the type of person who relished receiving the royal treatment. But if she had anything to say about it, she kept it to herself. She promptly spun away and exited through the doorway she had entered from, her high heels clicking behind her. The large metal doors slid shut, leaving Brandy and I alone with the guard behind the desk.

After Brandy finished getting dressed and fluffing her hair, I picked up several bags and asked, “Would you mind helping me carry these back to the castle?” 

“Of course,” she replied, quietly. She knelt down and picked up the remaining bags off the floor.

The two of us began walking toward the exit. “Thank you,” I said to the guard.

“My pleasure,” he replied smiling. “Have a nice day.”

As we exited the building, the stifling hot air smacked us in the faces. Damn, it had to be 90 degrees outside! After the doors closed behind us, Brandy looked over at me. The expression on her face could only be described as ‘impressed shock’.

“Wow,” she said, chuckling. “Um, that was amazing.”

“That was pretty satisfying, wasn’t it?” I asked, grinning back at her.

“I really don’t know what to say,” she answered. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it.” I replied. “We’re in the castle suite straight ahead. It’s too hot out here. We can catch up in the air conditioning.”

“Deal,” Brandy replied. 

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I started to walk.

“Starving,” She answered.

“Are you good with left-over Hawaiian pizza?” I asked.

“Definitely,” She replied.

We got a lot of looks from men and women as we pushed our way through the crowded Centre Street. A lot more looks than usual, anyway. Even with her disheveled hair and no make-up, Brandy was drop-dead gorgeous. And if I wasn’t getting enough looks of jealousy before, I certainly was now.

Within minutes, we had reached the front door of the suite. Stepping inside, the air conditioning felt amazing. I kicked my boots off and dropped the shopping bags on the floor of the foyer. Brandy followed suit.

“Holy shit, this place is amazing,” Brandy mused as she scanned the suite. “I’ve seen pictures, but never in person.”

“Not too bad, huh?” I asked, chuckling.

Brandy stuck her finger beneath her collar to scratch her neck. Making eye contact with me, she asked, “Would you mind undoing this for a minute? My neck’s been itchy for days.”

“Of course,” I replied, lifting my smartphone and tapping the front of her collar. A green LED light began blinking on her collar and the locking mechanism unhinged at the front. Brandy pulled the collar off and began scratching furiously at her neck, groaning in relief.

“Unfortunately, it can only stay off for a few minutes or we’ll get flagged by security,” I said, placing my phone in my back pocket. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I only need a minute,” she replied as she continued to scratch.

“Look, I know you came here voluntarily and everything, but I’m really sorry for all that you’ve been through,” I said sympathetically. “I’m sure the kennel… with Annabelle… was no picnic.”

Brandy’s eyes suddenly appeared glossy, almost as if she was on the verge of tears.

“Yeah… it’s definitely not the Hilton,” she said with a forced laugh. “Thank you so much for getting me out of there. I really don’t know how much longer I could have handled it.”

I shrugged, replying, “It’s the least I could do. I’m just sorry it took me so long. I didn’t know anything about the test or-”

“Please,” Brandy interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. “As bad as it was, it’s still preferable to ending up on the auction block.”

“Actually,” I replied, “I’m not sure you’d have ever made it to the auction block.” Brandy cocked her eyebrow questioningly. “That Annabelle woman wanted to keep you for herself. She basically begged me to sell you to her yesterday. That’s probably what her message to me is about.”

Seemingly overcome with gratitude, Brandy stepped forward and wrapped her muscular arms around me in a firm bear hug. I blinked in surprise, unsure of how to react to her spontaneous embrace. I was never much of a hugger. But sensing that Brandy needed some love, I returned the embrace, awkwardly patting her on the back. This was the first time I’d seen any amount emotional vulnerability from Brandy. Her softer side was shaping up to be surprisingly endearing.

“Thank you, Jodie,” Brandy whispered, releasing me from her embrace.

“Sure thing,” I replied awkwardly.

“And I’m sorry,” she added.

“For what?” I asked confused. I suddenly felt something cold against the nape of my neck. Before I could process what was happening, Brandy’s hands had moved to my throat. The cold feeling against my skin was none other than the straps of Brandy’s collar! She was putting her collar on me! I shoved her away, but my reaction was a fraction of a second too late. The mechanism clicked beneath my chin, securing both ends of the collar together around my neck.

“What the FUCK?!” I yelled as Brandy stumbled backwards and fell to the floor. As she scrambled to her feet, I tugged furiously at the collar, but it didn’t budge. I needed my phone to unlock it! I reached into my back pocket, only to realize that my phone was no longer there! My heart raced as I spun around, frantically scanning the floor. Where the hell was it! Brandy had risen to her feet and appeared to be looking through the shopping bags as well as the welcome box that sat on the entry hall table. Unclear of what she was looking for, I continued scrambling around my side of the foyer, desperate to find my phone. For fuck’s sake, it had to be here. I just had it!

All of the sudden, I let out an involuntary shriek and collapsed to the floor as electricity coursed through me from my collar. Landing painfully on the marble floor, I could see that Brandy was holding my phone and had her finger pressed firmly on the screen. How did she have it? She must have stolen it from my pocket when we were hugging! And all it took was a tap of a button to put me down. DAMMIT!

I continued to twitch on the floor as Brandy scrambled over to me and applied her cuffs around each of my wrists. I did my best to pull away but between the weakening effect of the electricity as well as Brandy’s physical superiority, it was only a matter of seconds before each cuff locked around my wrists. Brandy had also apparently found a padlock from the welcome box and used it to secure the cuffs together behind my back.

“You BITCH!” I screamed, rolling onto my side. “What the hell is wrong with you?! I just saved your ass!!”

Brandy stood up to her feet and exhaled in relief. “And I appreciate that,” she replied calmly. “I really do. But I needed to ditch the collar. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?!” I screamed. “You’re SORRY?!! I just spent the last 24 hours studying my ass off so I could get you out of that hell-hole and this is how you thank me?!”

“I know- it seems fucked up,” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “But there are things you’re not aware of.”

“What?” I spat. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

Brandy stuck her face in the sink and began gulping water straight from the faucet.

“Honestly, the less you know, the better,” she answered, with her back still to me.

“Bullshit!” I hollered, as I awkwardly stood to my feet. “Untie me NOW and tell me what the fuck is going on!”

Brandy turned around and leaned back on the granite countertop, catching her breath. Glancing back down at my phone, she started tapping on the screen and held it up to her ear. I stared at her in disbelief. Who the fuck was she calling?! And how was she even making a phone call? The phone app didn’t even work… 

After a few seconds, Brandy spoke quietly into the phone, “Delta, November, Foxtrot.” I stared at her, perplexed. “Affirmative. Please advise liaison to stand down.”

“Helloooo!” I shouted, stealing a glance from Brandy. She turned away from me, plugging her other ear in an attempt to focus on her call.

“Warden is neutralized,” She continued quietly. “Commencing protocol 5 dash 9. I repeat- 5 dash 9.” After pausing for several seconds, she added, “Standby for inbox transfer.” She pulled the phone away from her ear and began tapping away at the screen. After several seconds, she lifted the phone back to her ear. “Please confirm receipt… Copy that. Awaiting package at castle one. I repeat- castle one... Going dark.” And with that, Brandy hung up the phone. 

“What the fuck is going on?” I repeated, causing Brandy to make eye-contact with me once more. “What are you, some kind of spy?”

“I’m sorry,” she replied. “You seem really sweet. And you really don’t deserve this.”

“No shit I don’t!” I retorted.

“I promise you- if there was a better option, I’d take it,” she added.

“A better option for what? What does that even mean?!” I challenged.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe I was back in a collar and restraints! Of all the scenarios I could have imagined, this was honestly the last thing I ever expected to happen. I felt sick to my stomach. How could I have been so foolish?! What was going to happen to me?!

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” I asked angrily.

Ignoring me, Brandy picked up a shopping bag stepped back toward me. Reaching into the bag, Brandy pulled out the leash and raised the clasp toward my collar.

“Fuck that!” I yelled, stepping away from her.

Placing her hand on her hip, Brandy calmly replied, “If you cooperate, I promise you won’t get hurt.”

“You’re not putting a fucking leash on me!” I hollered. “Get me out of this NOW!”

Expressionless, Brandy lunged at me and grabbed my shirt, pulling me in close to her. Dammit! How were my reflexes so pathetically slow today? I stood there helplessly as I felt her clasp the leash to the D-ring on my collar.

“Get the fuck OFF of me, bitch!” I spat, twisting away as best I could. “You’re not gonna get away with this!”

Grabbing hold of my upper arms, she easily spun me to face away from her and forced me against the wall of the foyer. The side of my face was pressed up against the stone veneer wall. Then, I felt Brandy’s hand slip into the front pocket of my jeans where I’d stashed her ring-gag and latex hood. My eyes widened in horror as I saw the ring-gag lifted up my face.

“NO!” I shrieked as she began to work the ring into my mouth. “NO! FUCK! God-damph uhgt! Naaugh! Geraaaugh!”

“Shhhhhhh,” she replied calmly as she began pulling the latex hood over my head. I struggled as best I could, but it was only a matter of seconds before my head was completely encased in skin-tight latex. She continued to tug at it until my eyes, nose, and mouth lined up behind their designated openings. Then, I felt her gather my hair that was resting on the back of my neck and tuck it up inside the base of the hood. Great, I thought, she’s got OCD…

Not eager to go down without a fight, I tried to kick her behind me, but her knees pressed against the inside of my thighs, keeping my legs spread. Whoever this woman was, she must have been trained in hand-to-hand combat. I may not have been the most athletic person, but the process of subduing me was proving to be far simpler than I would have liked. Moments later, the straps of my gag were fastened tightly behind my head. I worked my jaw to dislodge the ring from behind my teeth, but it was useless. For the second time this week, I was ring-gagged, hooded, and bound at the mercy a truly heartless bitch.

I growled as I felt Brandy straighten up and pull me away from the wall by the leash. I tugged away from her, only to feel the whiplash of Brandy yanking harder in the opposite direction. I hollered nonsense at her as I gave in and walked in the direction she was leading me.

Once we were back in the kitchen, Brandy began furiously opening drawers, apparently looking for something. After the fifth one, she found what she was looking for. Pulling out a pair of scissors, she stepped over to me and began cutting my clothes. I screamed at her, pulling away, but she merely pulled me in tighter by the leash. I was helpless to stop her as my Pink Floyd t-shirt and vest were cut to pieces and pulled off me. Last to go were my jeans, bra, and panties. I scowled at her in hatred as she tossed my shredded clothing on the floor. I wanted to tear her to pieces and claw her stupid face off, but with my hands locked behind my back, there was absolutely nothing I could do. I was powerless.

Brandy’s silence was truly unnerving. At least when Tasha had me in the woods, she talked to me. Despite my being gagged, I was able to communicate and she typically gave me some sort of reply. With Brandy’s chilling silence, I honestly had no idea what to expect. I had no idea where her head was at. I was honestly clueless as to where this all was heading.

She then pulled me over to the couch and told me to, “Sit.” Instead of doing as she asked, I just stood there, scowling at her. Impatiently, she pushed me down onto the couch, causing me to grunt. She leaned over with her hands on her knees so that we were eye-level.

“I’m going to put the ankle cuffs on you,” she explained. “If you resist or try to kick me, I’ll be forced to shock you. Do you understand?” I merely glared back.

Brandy knelt down in front of me and attached the black leather cuffs to each of my bare ankles. Fearful of having my neck pelted with electricity again, I abstained from fighting her. There was no use at this point. I felt a click from each cuff, indicating that they had locked in place. Brandy pushed down on my thigh to help her up to her feet.

Why are you doing this?” I asked. But with the gag now in my mouth, my question sounded more like, “Aie all oo ‘ooig dech?”

Brandy ignored me and gave my leash a tug, forcing me to stand up and follow her lead. Silently, she led me to the master bathroom and unclipped the leash from my collar.

“Do your business,” she ordered. I simply stood there, scowling at her. Do my business? Who the hell did she think she was? I wasn’t a fucking dog. She turned and exited the bathroom. “It’ll be the last chance you have for a while,” she called behind her.

Fuming, I glanced around the room desperate to find anything that I could use to MacGyver my way out of this. Unable to spot anything useful, I spun back toward the doorway. Unfortunately, Uncle Henry and I had chosen to forego doors between the master bath and bedroom in favor of a more “open” floor plan. If we had installed a door, I’d have seized this opportunity to slam it shut and lock Brandy out.

Walking over to the toilet, I sat down and begrudgingly relieved myself. Just as it had been with Tasha, it was humiliating to be told to pee. And it was even more humiliating to actually follow the order. With my hands still restrained behind me, wiping was a more challenging task than usual, but I managed to get it done. I continued to sit there, wracking my brain for a way out of this.

Brandy returned a few minutes later, walked right over to me and grabbed the D-ring of my collar. With her other hand, she reached down flushed the toilet. Good thing I was finished, I thought.

Pulling me up to my feet, she led me back into the bedroom and over to my bed. The sheets and covers had all been pulled off and thrown on the floor. My eyes widened as I spotted ropes tied to each of the four posters. I pulled away, protesting unintelligibly into my gag. What was she going to do? Tie me to the bed and have her way with me? 

Brandy tugged the leash again, yanking my head forward. Determined to fight her now, I lifted my foot to try kicking her in the stomach. But her reflexes were fast and she managed to catch my ankle mid-kick. Gripping my foot, she circled around me, forcing me to hop awkwardly on my free foot while she turned me to face away from the bed. Then, Brandy released my foot and pushed me backwards, causing me to lose my balance and topple backwards onto the bed.

Stepping up to me, I felt Brandy’s hands grip my underarms and hoist me further toward the middle of the bed. I continued trying to kick her, but she was practically bud-up against my sex between my legs. I had no clear angle to land a blow.

With lightning speed and precision, Brandy then grabbed ahold of my right ankle and fed the rope from the bed’s poster through the D-ring of my cuff. Within seconds, my leg was pulled taught and restrained to the corner of the bed. Within seconds, the same happened to my left ankle.

Brandy walked around to the side of the bed and picked up my phone off of the nightstand, holding it above me like a prop. “I’m going to unlock your wrists. If you fight me, I will shock you. Can I trust you to behave?” She asked.

I hollered at her through my gag. Who did she think she was to order me to behave? Brandy turned the phone to face her and began tapping on the screen. Moments later, electricity pelted my neck. I shrieked in pain as I twitched in agony.

“Please don’t make me do that again,” she said, almost as if the act of torturing me was somehow a put-off for her. “When I unlock your wrists, can I count on you not to fight me?” I growled at her, still panting from the electric shock. “Like I said before, if you cooperate, I promise you won’t get hurt. Once I restrain your arms to the bed, you have my word that I won’t lay another finger on you. Deal?”

Still not wanting to validate her, I merely turned my head away. Brandy must have taken that as an agreement because she rolled me over onto my shoulder began unlocking the padlock that held my wrist-cuffs together. With my cuffs now unconnected, Brandy pulled my right hand from behind my back and raised it over my head toward the corner of the bed. Not eager to get shocked again, and pessimistic about the success I’d have at resistance, I decided to let her do as she wished.

I felt her feed the rope through the D-ring of my cuff and tug it tight, which pulled my arm taught to the poster. After double-knotting the rope just outside of my reach, Brandy stood to her feet and circled the bed to repeat the process with my left arm. I was now tied in a strict spread-eagle position, unable to move my limbs more than a few inches. Brandy leaned over me, testing each knot to make sure that I was secure. Then, without saying a word, she hopped off the bed and quickly exited the room.

I tugged ferociously at my bonds, but the only thing that managed to do was tire me out and cause the leather cuffs to dig painfully into my wrists and ankles. After about a minute, I finally gave up and relaxed, resolving myself to settle for glaring helplessly up at the ceiling.

Several minutes passed until Brandy finally walked back into the bedroom. Craning my head up, I could see that she had changed into a different outfit of mine. And in one hand, she held a slice of my left over Hawaiian pizza. Bitch. I rolled my eyes and let my head fall back onto the bed in resentment.

Despite the fact that she was much more muscular than I was, we were still roughly the same size and the clothes I had bought for myself seemed fit her adequately. The biggest difference between our body types was our breast-size. Her boobs were considerably larger than mine and judging by the outline of her nipples through the t-shirt, I could tell that she was not wearing one of my new bras. I fumed silently as she chewed her pizza and pulled off the tags to her bleached jean shorts with her free hand.

“I need to run an errand,” Brandy said between bites as she tossed her stupid hair over her stupid shoulder. “If there’s an emergency, just hold your breath for 30 seconds. I’ll get a notice through the app that something’s wrong and I’ll come straight back. Okay?” For someone who was supposed to be a slave, she definitely seemed to know her stuff…

She stepped up to the bed beside me, prompting me to turn my head away from her. Then, I felt her lift my head with her hand and push a pillow beneath.

“I know it doesn’t mean anything to you, but I truly am sorry about all of this,” she added. I huffed in disbelief. Who the hell was she kidding? If she were actually sorry, she wouldn’t be doing this! I remained silent as she exited the bedroom.

“Be back shortly,” I heard her call from foyer. Moments later, I heard the front door to the suite open and close.

I let out a big sigh. My head was still reeling from trying to process everything that had happened over the last 20 minutes. I had no idea what to make of Brandy. She seemed like a completely different person than the woman I’d met in the woods. The sarcastic, bitchy, brash woman from few days ago now appeared to be calculated, reserved, and highly intelligent. But perhaps her most unnerving quality was her raw confidence. And in my experience of managing people, this confidence only came with individuals who knew exactly what they were doing…

There was obviously much more than met the eye when it came to Brandy. Between the cryptic phone call, her chilling stoicism, and now her civility, shown by propping my head up with a pillow, it was becoming increasingly difficult to sort out what kind of villain I was dealing with. As much as I despised and resented her for her heartless betrayal, she was a puzzle that I felt compelled to solve… What was her motivation? What were her plans for me? What type of “errand” was she running? The mystery of it all was making my head spin.

But first things first. Right now, I was naked, gagged, hooded, and tied spread-eagle to the bed. The puzzle of Brandy L. Michaels would have to wait. Because, as the kennel guard had explained to me earlier, there was nothing that security could do at this point to help. It was up to me to figure a way out of this mess. If Brandy was telling the truth, I only had a brief amount of time to execute my escape. However long that gave me was unclear. But the clock was ticking and the stakes had never been higher. I had to escape. The alternative was simply not an option that I was willing to consider…

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Barbeque sauce ran down my chin as I devoured my second beef barbeque sandwich. I sat alone at a table on the patio at Vern’s Brisket and Vine. The sign hanging over the eatery, however, had been replaced with a new sign that read Sally’s BBQ. Beneath the lettering was a profile of a hogtied naked woman wearing a ball-gag. Opposite her was the profile of a roasted pig with an apple in its mouth. For the life of me, I couldn’t imagine why this was considered sexy. It almost gave me a ‘Sweeney Todd’ cannibalism vibe. Nonetheless, it didn’t have any affect on my appetite. Once my second sandwich was gone, I washed it down with the rest of the beer from my frosted mug.

Biding time until my waitress decided to show up with my check, I began skimming the weekly park entertainment guide that was printed on my barbecue-stained paper placemat. Each day, there looked to be dozens of bands, singers, dancers, and demonstrators performing throughout the park. Damn, they had far more park entertainment than we ever had at Notts’ Faire.

At the bottom of the placemat, a disclaimer read:

All performers/demonstrators are contracted by ‘The Kingdom’.

Unsanctioned public performances/demonstrations are

punishable by fine and/or Kennel accommodation

“Can I get you anything else, Miss?” a voice asked from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see my waitress, holding an empty tray by her side. She looked to be in her mid-20’s and was attractive enough to have been a supermodel. Like all of the servers, she was dressed in a sexy Oktoberfest-style outfit.

“Uh, I think I’m all finished,” I replied.

“Alright, then. You’re free to hang out for as long as you’d like. There’s a bluegrass band playing here in about 15 minutes if you wanna stick around,” she added, leaning over my shoulder to point to today’s date on the entertainment guide on my placemat.

“Uh, I think I’m good, actually,” I replied. “I’ll probably just head out.”

“Sure thing! Thank you for visiting Sally’s BBQ. Have a great day at the Kingdom!” she said smiling.

“Wait, uh-” I replied, “Do I get a check or…”

“Oh, no ma’am,” the woman answered. “All counter service meals are free of charge. Or rather, they’re included in the meal package you’ve already got.”

“Oh,” I replied, “Well, I don’t have cash. How do I pay tip?” I lifted up my key car that was dangling from the lanyard around my neck.

The woman smiled and shook her head. “That’s very sweet of you, but we’re not permitted to accept tips.”

“Really?” I asked. “Sorry, that kinda sucks.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” the woman leaned in and whispered, “We get paid more than enough without it. Discretion has its perks.”

“Oh,” I replied. “That’s good.” The woman giggled and began to walk away.

“Have a great day,” she replied.

“Thanks. You too,” I responded.

I wiped the remaining bbq sauce from my hands and face and folded my entertainment guide/placemat to take with me. I winced as I stood up. The soles of my feet still ached horribly from my ordeal in the woods.

What I needed a pedicure! A pedicure! Why hadn’t I thought of that earlier?! I wondered what were the odds were that The Cedarhouse Spa was still up and running. Unlikely, but worth checking out, nonetheless. During the regular season, The Cedarhouse was my go-to place for pedicures, manicures, and massages. And as you may have guessed, the entire parlor smelt of cedar wood.

Exiting the restaurant patio, I made my way through the crowded street. Nearly every woman I passed was either naked or practically naked. All of them wore various types of restraints and gags and were led by their male “owners” by a leash. I did my best not to stare, but most of these women were drop-dead gorgeous. As a bisexual somewhat-kinky, sexually active woman, it was quite the challenge to ignore the view.

And despite my eagerness to blend in, nearly every woman I passed seemed to lock eyes with me and stare jealously at my lack of restraints. The unwanted attention I was garnering almost made me want to get a fake collar so I could avoid everyone’s scrutiny.

After meandering my way through the busy streets, I finally arrived at Cedar Square. But to my disappointment, The Cedarhouse was no longer. A new sign now hung over the store-front window that read, “Murphy’s Hall”. Dammit.

In the courtyard in the center of the square, a large group of people were gathering. During the regular season at Notts’, this is where the Cedarhouse massage chairs sat. Now, a large banner hung between the lampposts that read “Murphy’s Hall”. Beneath the banner, an older bald man in jeans and a white t-shirt was encouraging the crowd to draw closer for a demonstration of sorts. He looked to be in his 70’s but had a surprisingly athletic build for his age. Beside him stood what looked like a futuristic piece of fitness equipment that resembled a giant spider. Jointed metal arms extended forward from both sides of a pod-shaped body. The entire contraption stood several feet taller than the old man and was nearly half as wide. But a sea of heads were preventing me from gaining a clear view of the device.

I reached into my pocket and retrieved my folded placemat. I scanned the guide to see who was demonstrating, but couldn’t find any performances listed at the Cedar Square courtyard during this time slot. Similarly, I couldn’t locate anything that referenced the name ‘Murphy’. Out of curiosity, I stowed the placemat back in my pocket and pressed forward, eager to get a better look.

As I made my way closer toward the front, my jaw suddenly dropped. Through the crowd, I gasped as I saw a naked, ring-gagged woman locked in a seated position at the device’s front. The woman was none other than Tasha from the hunt! Tasha’s afro had been shaved off. Her eyes were cold. Her face: emotionless. I quickly side-shuffled to my right, hoping to shield myself from Tasha’s view. The awkwardness of seeing Tasha face-to-face was not something I was ready for. But as I hid behind the guy in front of me, everything suddenly dawned on me. The old man standing next to her must be the racist fucking machine guy that the gamesmen had laughed about during the hunt! And Tasha was his slave!

I peeked out to get a closer look at Tasha’s predicament. The seat that she sat on looked to be made of steel piping and sections of padded leather cushioning, similar to that of a workout bench. Her feet rested together on the ground and her head came roughly to the old man’s waist. Her weight appeared to be supported by the metal arms that extended from the sides of large pod behind her. Wide metal cuffs encompassed her ankles, thighs, wrists, elbows, and neck. A larger metal cuff encompassed her entire torso, resting above her breasts and wrapping around her back from beneath the armpits. Each individual cuff was connected to at least one of the jointed metal arms. This kept Tasha completely immobile in an upright and seated position. Her knee and ankle cuffs were pressed together as were the cuffs on her wrists and elbows behind her back.

It was then that I noticed the black dildo rising up and down from a dome-shaped contraption beneath her seat. An attached piston kept the dildo slowly plunging into Tasha’s pussy about once every second. How long Tasha had been subject to this, I knew not. But judging by her stoic expression, the dildo didn’t appear to be arousing her very much.

“Alright, come on in, folks,” the old man urged the crowd. “Come as close as you can get. We’re all friends here. Don’t be afraid to rub up against your neighbor. Especially this one. Damn, what a bombshell! Well done, sir!” He nodded toward a naked blonde woman wearing an armbinder. The man holding her leash raised his tankard of beer toward him in appreciation. “You can rub up against me any day, miss! I mean it. Keep coming in, folks! The demonstration is about to begin! I promise, you do not want to miss this!”

The crowd began to get more congested and I took a deep breath as I began to feel claustrophobic. But as I stared at Tasha, bound and gagged as she was with a dildo impaling her over and over, I couldn’t help but feel like my claustrophobia was a perfect example of what people had come call “white privilege”. Deal with it, Ali, I thought.

“Alright! Welcome! Thanks for joining us today! Some of you know me, some of you may not. My name’s Tom Murphy, but most folks just call me Murphy. This is my third year as a vendor at The Kingdom and I specialize in the engineering of fucking machines.” Chuckles and snickers filled the audience. “Yes, you heard me right. Fucking machines. Why would I specialize in such things, you ask? Well, the answer is simple. Because all of us are getting older. And many of us don’t have quite the… shall I say, stamina that we used to. We pay a lot of money to come here each year and enslave our women, only to remember that our natural equipment… isn’t quite what it used to be. We’re able to put our women to use maybe once every hour or so. If we’re lucky. And in the meantime, we’re left to suffer through the looks of boredom on their faces while we regain our energy for the next round.”

The crowd had now grown well past the confines of the courtyard and onlookers spread onto the sidewalks in front of the surrounding shops to see Murphy speak.

“Well, with the help of my machines, you won’t have to witness those looks of boredom any longer. Because fucking machines promise to keep the party going,” Murphy explained. “Need to step out for a new pair of clamps or a new gag? No problem. Hook your lady up to a fucking machine while you’re out. Need a bite to eat? No problem. Strap your lady in and let the fucking machine exercise her body until you return. I’ve found that there’s nothing quite as satisfying as watching your slave come to terms with the reality that her master has the ability to keep her going all day and all night if he so chooses. Isn’t that right, pet?” Murphy looked down at Tasha with a grin on his face.

“This helpless creature’s name is Lehana,” He placed his hand on Tasha’s head. Did he say Lehana? Tasha remained still, but I could see fire ignite from behind her eyes. “Lehana comes all the way from Western Sahara. I actually looked it up- as ironic as it may seem, in African, the name Lehana actually means ‘one who refuses’.”

Laughter erupted in the crowd. Holy shit, the gamesmen were right. Old-man Murphy really was a racist bastard…

“As you can see,” Murphy continued, “-Lehana is no longer in a position to refuse much of anything. Whatever she’s given is exactly what she receives. Isn’t that right, Lehana?” He lifted her chin with his hand, prompting her to turn her face away from him. “Truth hurts sometimes, doesn’t it?” he asked, chuckling. Tasha exhaled deeply, seemingly in an effort to settle her boiling rage.

“So, I figured,” Murphy continued, “-that it was only appropriate to find Lehana a new and more suitable name. But we also want to be respectful of her African heritage, right? I thought, perhaps we could find a name that still honors her roots?” The audience laughed in agreement. “So I’ve done some research and I’ve narrowed it down to three beeeauuuutiful traditional African names. The first is… Deka, which means, ‘one who pleases’. Rest assured, folks- she would definitely be living up to that name. The second name is Thulani. Lovely, right? Thulani means, ‘be still, be quiet’. Always great tips for slave-life.” More laughter filled the courtyard. “And the third choice, which happens to be my personal favorite, is Sanura. Just rolls off your tongue, doesn’t it. Sanuuuura. It means, ‘kitten-like’. She looks like a kitten, doesn’t she? Definitely less black panther, more calico.” Murphy petted Tasha’s head, causing her nostrils to flare.

If it hadn’t been for Tasha’s dark complexion, I’m certain that her face would be blood red with anger. It’s one thing to use BDSM to humiliate. It’s another thing entirely to use it as an opportunity to further a racist agenda. This was yet another first for me... Tasha may have been a royal bitch to me earlier, but I still hated to see her have to put up with shit like this. As a woman, I couldn’t help but want to see Tasha get revenge on this fucker.

“So, I’d like your input,” Murphy said. “Before you leave today, please fill out a form with your name of choice and place it in the box by the entry of my shop.” He motioned toward the building that read ‘Murphy’s Hall’ on his left. “The name that wins the most votes will become Lehana’s new name from here on out. And on top of that, one lucky person will be chosen to win this beauty for the entirety of their stay.” Excited murmurs filled the crowd and many began moving toward the box that Murphy referenced. “Not the slave, of course,” Murphy chuckled. “Lehana’s mine. No, I’m referring to the advanced piece of machinery that she’s currently restrained to. So let’s stop messing around and see all that this puppy can do. Once again, for those who are just joining us, I’m Murphy and this is a live demonstration of my newest fucking machine. I call it the Widow.”

Murphy paced back and forth confidently as he spoke. “The Widow was designed to solve a host of problems for slave owners. Since coming here, I’ve seen a lot of my customers land themselves in a bit trouble for not properly monitoring their slave’s heart rate. As you know, according to the bi-laws we all agree to, a slave’s heart rate cannot be kept higher than 150 beats per minute for longer than 30 minutes out of each hour. When you miscalculate, the collar detects it.” Murphy tapped on Tasha’s collar. “And it’s not long before the authorities come knocking at your door. I know- the red tape will drive you nuts. I’ve had to watch helplessly as too many of my customers have been forced to spend an evening in the kennel for this minor infraction. So, I sought out to fix it. And today, I’m proud to say that I’ve officially solved the problem.”

Murmurs and applause filled the courtyard. I couldn’t help but subconsciously compare this old guy to a perverted, jacked Steve Jobs. He certainly had a way of keeping one’s attention. Even I, who had Zero interest whatsoever in purchasing this stupid machine, found myself being drawn in.

“Starting now,” Murphy continued, “-each of my machines, regardless of model, is equipped with the capability of communicating directly with your slave’s collar. They analyzes your slave’s heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen levels, and they automatically adjust the settings accordingly. You no longer have to stand by with a stopwatch to monitor your slave’s heart rate. You no longer have to fear a visit to the kennel. The equipment simply does all of the work for you.”

More Cheers and whistles echoed through the courtyard. Tasha remained stone-faced and stoic.

“One of the main requests that I’ve received over the years is to simplify the rigging. No matter how technologically inclined you may be, it can still be tricky to hook up your slave up to certain machines. Well, if this has ever been a struggle for you in the past, I would encourage you to look no further than the Widow,” He motioned to the contraption that Tasha was seated on. “This is by far the most user-friendly sex machine we’ve ever sold. And it also happens to be incredibly customizability. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Murphy walked behind Tasha to the large metal pod. He raised his hand toward a touchscreen located on the side.

“Without removing any of her restraints, the Widow can seamlessly transfer Lehana into a hogtie position, frog-tie position, spreadeagle position, doggie-style position, you name it. The possibilities are really endless. But first, let’s keep Lehana as she is. This is what we call the home position,” Murphy continued. “As you can see, Lehana’s enjoying the pleasure of a large-sized dildo fucking her pussy. You’re welcome, pet.” The audience laughed supportively.

“Now, from this screen, or from the app on your smartphone, you can change the dildo’s intensity,” Murphy said as he tapped on the touchscreen. The dildo suddenly sped up impale Tasha at a rapid pace. Her eyes shot open wide and she shrieked though her ring-gag. “Somebody’s awake!” Murphy said mockingly.

More laughter filled the courtyard as Tasha leaned her head backward and her eyes closed.

“You can also add some anal probing into the mix if you so choose,” Murphy added, tapping the screen again.

Suddenly, a red light appeared on the domed base beneath her and a second dildo began to ascend from a piston right behind the first.

“That red light you see is actually a laser mapping sensor which guides each phallus to its designation to the millimeter.”

After a few seconds, the dildo appeared to make contact. This was made obvious by yet another shriek and the flexing of Tasha’s abdominal muscles. She groaned as the dildo forced its way inside her anus. Once fully submerged, the dildo began pumping in and out to the off-beat of the original. With her eyes closed, Tasha shook her head ferociously from side to side. I could see her knuckles behind her turning pale from clenching them so hard.

“We’ll leave those puppies as they are for now,” Murphy said, stepping away from the touchscreen. “Should help Lehana keep boredom at bay.”

Tasha’s eyes opened to scowl at Murphy.

“And the other nice thing about the home position, is that your slave is in perfect placement to service her master as well.” Murphy stepped over the metal arms holding her legs together to straddle her thighs. His crotch rested inches away from her ring-gagged mouth. “I won’t demonstrate that right now for you though. Perhaps later, eh pet?”

I heard a growl escape Tasha’s mouth as she appeared to tug on her restraints. Ignoring her display of resistance, Murphy lifted his legs back over the metal arms and stepped aside.

“Now, I need a volunteer,” He called out. “Anyone care to help me out? Alright, how about this young man, right here?” He pointed to a muscular guy in a tank top who looked to be in his low 30’s. “Step foreword, son.” The muscular guy jumped forward with a big smile on his face. “Now, you look like you’re a strong fella. Do me a favor and pull Lehana’s knees apart.” The man hesitated for a second. Murphy explained, “I wanna get a better look at that pussy. Just go ahead and separate those legs for us.”

The man stepped forward and grabbed ahold of the cuffs on Tasha’s knees. I saw his arm muscles flex as he attempted to pull them apart. After a few seconds of trying, he straightened up. “I can’t. They’re stuck,” he said.

“Stuck?” Murphy asked, confused. “Hold on, let me try.” He motioned the man to step aside and bent over to try. With merely his index fingers, Murphy pushed her legs wide apart, exposing a view of the dildo hammering away at her sex. The audience laughed as the young guy looked genuinely confused.

“I’m sure you loosened them up for me,” Murphy said. The audience roared with laughter. “Now that they’re nice and limber, go ahead and put her legs back together for me.”

The muscular guy stepped in front of Tasha and tried to force her knees together. They wouldn’t budge from their spread position. Murphy once more stepped in and pressed them together with his index fingers, which prompted more laughter. Murphy then raised his hand to squeeze the guy’s bicep. The guy flexed, enjoying the attention of the crowd.

Murphy shrugged, “Huh… I guess steroids can’t solve everything, huh?” This prompted more laughter.

I could see that the fucking machine was beginning to take its toll on Tasha. Her chest now heaved with each breath and I could tell that an orgasm was approaching.

“You know what? I feel bad. I haven’t been forthcoming,” Murphy put his arm around the muscular guy. “There’s actually very technical reason that you aren’t able to move this slave’s legs. And you’ll be relieved to hear that it has nothing to do with your gigantic muscles.” The man chuckled sportingly. “The reason you can’t move Lehana is because you aren’t wearing these very special wrist bands that I’ve got on.”

Murphy raised his free wrist to show a black and silver wrist band.

“I’ve got one on each wrist. These bad boys communicate with the device to tell it that the master is making an alteration. Once their proximity is less than a few inches from the restraint, the mechanisms in these arms unlock and allow me to rearrange.”

“No way,” the man mused in awe.

“Yes way,” Murphy answered. “I can do this-” Murphy spread her legs again and pushed her ankles beneath her into a frogtie position. “I can do this-” He stepped behind her and raised her wrists upward into a painful looking strappado. “I can do this-” He pressed the front of Tasha’s collar upward, forcing her head to crane back to face into the sky.

“And if I like what I’ve done, I can easily make the position a preset so I can easily return to it at a later time.” He raised his bracelet up to his mouth and said, “Save position.” A green light began blinking on both his bracelet at the center of the black pod of the Widow. “It’s as simple as that. 

The audience ooo’d and awww’d. Tasha’s breathing had increased rapidly and I could hear her wheezing through her ring-gag. Her fingers were no longer clenched, but flexing outwards. She looked to be on the verge of having an explosive orgasm.

“And riiiiight when it looks like Lehana’s about to achieve the climax that she’s so desperately longed for, I can do this,” Murphy raised his hands in the air and clapped three times. Suddenly, the dildos ceased pumping up and down and retracted downward into dome beneath her.

Still staring up at the sky, Lehana, I mean Tasha, let out a shriek that echoed through the entire park. Her toes and fingers clenched once more and I could see her bucking her hips up and down in an obvious attempt to bring her orgasm to completion. She had to have been close. Poor girl. She continued to wail miserably, which only prompted louder laughter and cheers from the crowd.

“Now, now, Lehana. You’re on the clock, remember? Behave,” Murphy said patronizingly. “Maybe once the demonstration ends, okay?”

Tasha screamed into her ring-gag again and shook her head from side to side as best as her craned head would allow.

“She agrees,” Murphy added, sending the audience laughing.

Bastard.” I said to myself. But for some reason, my words came out louder than I had intended them to. Much louder… Murphy had heard me and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Many people in the crowd also turned to face me. I felt a pit form in my stomach. Why did I say that so loudly?!

“Sorry, what was that?” Murphy laughed.

I hesitated for a moment. My eyes flicked up at Tasha who’s head was still craned skyward from her Murphy repositioning collar. From that angle, she couldn’t see my face. After a deep breath, and for no real reason other than spite, I decided to embrace my inner bitch and double down.

“I said you’re a bastard.” Several people in the crowd ‘ooo’d’ at my insult. Nodding towards Tasha, I continued, “She’s obviously not enjoying this, so how about you rap this up and let her out.” The crowd fell silent. A malicious smile began to spread across Murphy’s face.

“Stickin’ up for a sista,” Murphy mused. “I can respect that. I’ll tell you what- seeing as you’re so concerned for her, what do you say we swap you two out so she can have a rest?”

“I’ll pass,” I replied coldly, interrupting the audience’s laughter.

“Pity!” he replied. “I’m sure you’d look stunning on the Widow. What do you think, folks? Who wants to see the ginger take Lehana’s place?” The audience cheered and laughed. “Where is your master, young lady?”

“Don’t have one,” I replied coyly.

“You don’t have one?” he challenged, confused. “Then, where’s your husband?” I stared back silently. “No husband either?” He studied me for a moment before raising his eyebrows in apparent realization.

“Ahhhh,” he mused. “I see now. No master, no husband, and no collar... This can only mean one thing,” he continued. “Slaves and gentlemen, it looks like we’ve got a celebrity in our midst! If I’m not mistaken, we are looking at the Kingdom’s very first Champion of the Hunt!”

There were murmurs throughout the crowd, but most remained silent, unsure of what to make of this unexpected twist in the demonstration. Every eye in the audience was now looking at me. Whether I liked it or not, there were now over a hundred people who knew my face. Not that it mattered, but it did make me feel a bit apprehensive to be out of the closet, so to speak. So much for “blending in”. I remained silent and stone-faced, determined to show that I was undaunted by Murphy’s provocations.

Murphy laughed to himself, proud of his power of deduction. “So, tell us- how does it feel to be a free woman? Or rather- no, no, no- How about you tell the audience what you miss most about your natural role of servitude?” The crowd laughed.

Unwilling to tolerate his chauvinism, I turned abruptly to leave. There was nothing I could say that would resonate with this crowd. They delighted in watching this asshole talk down to people like me. I could feel proud of the fact that stood up for Tasha’s. Now, it was time to leave.

“Aw come now-” Murphy called after me mockingly. “Don’t leave angry. I’m just teasing! Look, I may be a bastard, but I’m told I can be a sweetheart once you get to know me.” I ignored him and kept meandering through the crowd. “Just ask Lehana!” The audience laughed harder.

I was almost to the sidewalk when I suddenly came to a startling realization. Turning back toward the courtyard, I could see that most eyes were still on me. Good…

“Dickhead-” I called to him. “Have you happened to read this week’s entertainment guide?” The volume of the crowd had died down, helping my voice resonate across the entire square. Even without a microphone, I could be heard by everyone.

“I can’t say I have,” Murphy replied smugly. “Why do you ask?”

Pulling out the folded placemat from my pocket, I continued, “I ask, because it happens to list all of the performers and demonstrators for the week. And the funny thing is- I can’t seem to find your name listed anywhere on here as a public performer or demonstrator… Why might that be?”

Murphy chuckled, seemingly caught off-guard by my question, “Uh- most likely because I’m not an official demonstrator, sweetie.”

“So you weren’t contracted by ‘The Kingdom’ to demonstrate these machines?” I challenged.

Visibly perplexed by my line of questioning, Murphy gave a forced laugh and replied, “I think I’d remember if I was.”

“Excellent,” I replied with a grin. I could feel my heart rate quicken. “Allow me to read you the disclaimer at the bottom of this week’s entertainment guide- ‘All performers and demonstrators are contracted by ‘The Kingdom’. Unsanctioned public performances and demonstrations are punishable by fine and/or Kennel accommodation…”

Silence filled the square as the crowd looked nervously back and forth from Murphy to me.

“So folks,” I continued, addressing the crowd now, “-what do you think? Should I alert the Kennel that Dickhead here, a non-contracted demonstrator, is conducting unsanctioned demonstrations in the Cedar Square Courtyard?”

Unexpectedly, a chorus of patronizing ooooooo’s filled the audience, all of which were directed at Murphy. Almost every captive woman in the crowd wore a smile on their face as they beamed at me. Seeing a Man like Murphy be put in his place had to be a morale booster for them. Murphy’s face, however, was no longer smiling and his smug expression had long vanished. Instead, he stood silently, seething, clearly at a loss for words.

“Like I said,” I called out, “-pack up your little shit show and go home.” And with that, I turned and walked away. “You’ve got 2 minutes before I have a chat with security!” I called over my shoulder. “I’d suggest you being gone by then!”

Behind me, I heard some clapping, some laughing, some booing. Basically, the reactions seemed to be mixed. But I couldn’t care less. I had just owned that racist old bastard in front of all of his prospective clientele. And it felt awesome.

Once I reached Center Street again, and turned back around to see that the crowd had already dispersed from the square. A pissed off Murphy was now standing atop a stepladder, untying the “Murphy’s Hall” banner that hung between the lampposts. The demonstration had ended. I beamed inwardly; proud of the role I played in Murphy’s public humiliation. That bastard deserved it!

“Making friends already, I see?” I heard a voice say from behind me.

I spun around to see none other than Eric casually leaning against a street lamp. I chocked back laughter as I looked up and down his leather-clad body. He wore black leather boots, tight black leather pants, and a black leather vest that exposed his bare chest. On top of his head, he wore a black leather cowboy hat.

“Holy fuck, what are you wearing?” I asked, between laughs.

“The latest in Kingdom fashion,” he replied smiling. “Hey- don’t mock it till you’ve tried it. I feel great!”

“You look ridiculous,” I said playfully. “Where’s June?”

“She’s at daycare,” he replied. “Look, Jodie- I think we need to talk.”

“Oh really?” I asked. “About what?”

“About the little show you just put on,” he answered. “Before you go picking fights with everyone, I think you need to know a few things about this place.” He straightened up and stepped toward me. “Let me get you some coffee. I know a place.”

“Actually- let’s do it another time,” I replied. “I’ve gotta study.”

“Study?” he asked, his face looking confused.

“Yeah,” I answered brushing past him. “Long story. We’ll catch up another time.”

“Stay out of trouble!” Eric called after me. I turned back to him and flashed him the middle finger with a smile. He chucked and flashed both of his middle fingers back at me. Dork. And with that, I turned away headed back to the castle. All in all, it had been quite the interesting first morning. But I was more than ready to be anti-social again. Anti-socialism happened to be my natural habitat. 

Minutes later, I was back in my suite. The cool air from the air-conditioning felt glorious. It wasn’t necessarily hot outside, but I had always preferred cooler climates.

Walking over to the entry hall table, I picked up the gift box that I’d forgotten to open earlier. It was heavier than I expected it to be. I ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the lid to reveal a handwritten letter, several pamphlets and brochures, three books, a ring-gag, ball-gag, and multiple coils of white rope. The letter read:

“Welcome to The Kingdom! Please except this starters’ gift package. Inside is everything you’ll need in order to begin your stay. Please note that before a slave can be admitted into your custody, you are required to pass the ‘Slave Owner Proficiency Exam’. Please see the included literature to learn what steps are necessary. You will be tested on material from the book entitled “A Comprehensive Guide to Slave Ownership”. If you have any questions, please dial 0 or use our app to reach an operator. Thank you and welcome to The Kingdom!”

Ignoring everything else in the box, I grabbed the book that was mentioned in the letter and flipped through the pages. Damn, the book was long. 461 pages long, to be exact! Given that I wasn’t the fastest reader, I realized that I didn’t have much time to waste if I wanted to be prepared for this stupid exam by tomorrow.

I hated the prospect of even taking this test. I really had no interest in owning Brandy. But the thought of Brandy being left to the whims of that sadistic vampire for the next three months sounded unbearable. Saving Brandy from that fate was really the least I could do. What came after that, well… I’d figure that out later. 

I carried the book into the suite’s living quarters and plopped myself onto the couch. I opened the book to chapter one, page one. I let out a long sigh. It was going to be a loooong afternoon for me. But I had to bite the bullet. One test and then I could burn the damn book. ‘You can do this, Ali’ I thought. And with steadfast determination, I began to read…


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StudentOfRubber Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you kindly for the watch!
Kith-Koby Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2018
Just wanted to say I recently read you amazing story (the Kingdom), and was floored by how awesome it was. Both very hot and very interesting. I really like Ali's character and morals, even as I sometimes curse them and wonder why she isn't more pragmatic and smart. and I really hope we get to see more of her soon. She's a great character, and the mystery of what's going on in The Kingdom, with secret agents and everything is amazing. I really hope she gets a good ending, and I also really hope she manages to get some revenge on Becca somehow, though I have no idea how that would happen. Anyway, thank you so much for the story, and I really hope you write more soon!
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Thank you so much for watching.:)
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Hey! Really enjoyed your story, can we expect more soon? 
untitled201 Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2018
Thanks a lot! I'm taking a writing break at the moment. I think I'll try to tackle the next chapter by July :)
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That's cool, I'll be looking forward to it!
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