A Kitten and Her Master

Katelyn marched her into the bedroom and stopped in front of the bed, where she grabbed the back of Megan’s hair and lifted her upright.

“What’s this?” Master greeted the two of them with an excited grin.

“Oh nothing, just that I caught your captive trying to run out the front door.” Katelyn said. “You really ought to keep a closer eye.”

“I’m very disappointed, kitten.” He got up from the mattress and walked over. “I thought you knew better by now.”

“I’d say her master is a bit too lenient.”

“Alright,” He said, putting his hands up for effect. “I was. It won’t happen again; no more free range training for her. Come on, hand her over.”

“Uh-uh…” She pulled Megan backward and wrapped one arm around her torso. “Not until I hear what you’re going to do to fix this.”

“How about I show you?” He presented his iPad to both women, who had rather polarized reactions to the GIF on screen. Megan widened her eyes in terror at the sight: a model sitting on a bench with her legs stretched out in front of her and tied in place with rope, and arms stretched to her sides to form a T-shape, roped to the wall she leaned against. The soles of her feet were being whipped with a bamboo rod, as were her bare, hanging breasts. Adding to the cruelty were ten electric leads wired to her crotch, armpits and nipples, plus a tightened noose around her neck to choke her when she thrashed too much.

Katelyn smiled wickedly and remarked “Fun!”

“This place doesn’t have a BDSM bench, I take it, but I’m sure we could rig something up right here. I brought plenty of rope, and some electro gear.” He took hold of Megan’s collar and harness and carried the girl, now bucking wildly and trying futilely to talk her way out of this, over to the ottoman. All it took to suppress her 120 pounds of flailing resistance was laying her stomach-down on the furniture and sitting on her back. This also pinned her hands underneath and made it harder to breath, so any further struggling would simply wear her out.

“Why don’t you stick around?” He asked.

“Ugghh,” Katelyn sighed. “I have to get the other brats ready for transport this afternoon.”

“How’s that going, anyway?”

“Good so far. I’m thinking we could either ransom Gabby – I mean, her parents own this fucking mansion – for a couple million, or see what she fetches on the slave market. Depends on which one yields more.”

Megan screeched a flurry of pleas and protests into her gag, earning her a sharp kick to the hamstring from Katelyn’s boot. She subsided yet remained terrified regarding her captor’s last comment.

“Anyway, then there’s bitch boy.” She continued, “Middle class parents, just like this little slut here, so I’m going with the slave market for them. Just think what a fortune we would get for a trained pair of healthy, athletic, white college kids.”

“So let Chris and Sully do the dirty work; it’s not like they don’t enjoy it. I’m adding an extra ingredient here that I think you’ll get a kick out of.” He dangled a new gag by its leather reigns, one that featured a silicone ring of considerable diameter instead of a ball. Her face lit up, and he added “Besides, I could use some help getting this on.”

“Well…I could stay for another hour.”

“Great, keep her still for me.”

While Master loosened the chin loop and unbuckled the straps at the back of Megan’s head, his sadistic friend knelt beside them and held her in place by gripping a handful of hair.

“Cute headband, bitch.” She mused.

“Kitten.” He said.

“Oh, is that her new thing?”

“Yes, I’ve been working on it. It’ll make more sense once we get back to home base and I give her that butt plug with the cat tail attached.”

“Alright, kitten.” She played along, “I just complimented you. What do you say?”

“Aank yooo.” Megan guessed.

“Awww, that’s close, kitten. But good girls address me as ‘Mistress’ if they don’t want to get punished.”

“Aank yooo, ihhkkesshh.”

“Ready for some quality time with Daddy and Mistress?” He snatched the ball from her mouth and gave her a moment to cough and move her stiff jaw around.

“Please…could I have some water?” Megan asked hoarsely.

“Uh oh, I don’t remember anyone giving you permission to talk.” Katelyn said.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Master clicked. “She’s right; that’s another demerit you just racked up, kitten.” Megan’s lips started quivering at the thought of having to endure more suffering, right as he pulled them apart and crammed the disc between her teeth. The device didn’t trap her tongue at all, but with her mouth now forced into a fixed O-shape, it wasn’t much of an upgrade in terms of comfort. Master squeezed her lower head by tying the straps as tight as possible, and smacked her upside the temple for squealing in response.

“Could you hand me that water bottle?” He realized he couldn’t ignore the girl’s request entirely; the fun would be over if she passed out from dehydration, or worse.

After he stood up and forced her into a sitting position, he uncapped the bottled and tilted it upward into her gaping hole. The drink was pure bliss to her strained, parched throat, though swallowing with her mouth open was difficult at first. Master let her finish the entire bottle off, then sat back down and put his arm around her shoulder.

“Say, kitten,” He looked Megan in the eye, “since Katelyn here was nice enough to take time out of her day and keep you out of trouble, why don’t we have you go down on her first? You know, to say thank you.”

“Oooh la la,” She exclaimed, licking her lips, “I could go for that. Plus, I never did get a proper thank you for that finger-banging she loved so much.”

Megan crinkled her face is disgust and murmured “Nuh”.

“Now, kitten, that’s no way to talk to our guest.”

“What did you think a ring gag was for, slut?” Katelyn taunted. “Guess you’re not the brightest bulb.”

“It’s so I can fuck your sassy little mouth.” Master informed her. “But I always share my toys with friends.”

With the ottoman flush against the footboard of the bed, it was the perfect stand-in for the bench to be used in her discipline. Megan’s feet were unfettered so she could lift her legs onto the furniture and sit cross-legged, then tied together with a strand of nylon rope, leaving her bare soles exposed and fixed in place. Master pulled two more strands from his specialty bag and made a slipknot at the end of each one, looping them tightly around her wrists after releasing them from the cuffs. He and Katelyn each took hold of one arm, wrestled it to the side, pulled the remaining rope taut and tied it to opposite bedposts, tethering their slave to her makeshift whipping post.

She spent the entire process whining, trying to speak by flapping her tongue about as if that would do her any good. Master didn’t even bother correcting her, given that a severe punishment was coming and he had lost count of how many she had racked up so far.

“Alright.” Katelyn began rolling her lace mini skirt up and slipped her panties off in anticipation. “Time to get that pretty face between my legs, kitten.”

“Not quite.” Master held up his tablet once more and tapped on the pixels of the noose.

“Do you have any more rope?”

“Tons,” He said, “but it would be a lot quicker to just use what we already have.”

He reached down to Megan’s harness and un-clipped the chain. Her collar was somewhat restrictive, but had enough slack to be rotated 180 degrees around her neck so that the front ring now faced the back. The chain was wrapped around one of the footboard’s rungs and secured with a small carabiner threaded through the links.

“I hope you don’t think this counts as your punishment, kitten.” Master jeered. “That part’s coming after you swallow my load. These next two tasks are simply what’s expected of you from now on, as a submissive; to please your masters and mistresses at their whim.”

“Finally.” Katelyn groaned dramatically. “You have no idea how wet this made me. Although,” she turned to face her captive, “I guess you’re about to find out.”

She hiked her right leg onto the 18-inch seat and clutched the back of Megan’s head by her hair, a technique she seemed disturbingly fond of. Master leaned back in a nearby chair and started stroking his cock through his jeans as he watched.

Tears dribbled out of Megan’s eyes and she begged her to not do this, though the words weren’t exactly coherent. Having to suck Master’s dick was going to be awful enough, but shoving someone else’s vagina in her face was simply adding insult to injury. Except for the finger rape Katelyn now loved to tease her about, the closest thing to a sexual experience she ever had with another girl was a bit of kissing with a bisexual friend of hers.

“Tell you what, kitten. We’ll make it a game.” Katelyn explained, gently wiping some tears away with her free hand. “If you can make me come in five minutes, I’ll take it easy on you. But…if it takes you longer than that, or I feel any teeth down there,” she took Megan’s chin between her thumb and forefinger and steered it upward, “I will make sure you suffer like never fucking before. Got it?”

The slave girl nodded and stopped crying, instead staring silently ahead in pure horror.

“I’m so glad we’re on the same page, darling. Now lick!” Katelyn thrust her crotch forward and dug into Megan’s face, grinding her pussy lips against the waggling mouth. Megan wanted it to be over as soon as possible and did her best to lick and prod at the woman’s clit, then drag her tongue across the lips. The mistress responded positively and repeated the same motion over and over.

Master held up the stopwatch function on his phone for her to see; they were thirty seconds in so far.

Megan stuck her tongue inside as far as she could, twirling it around several times and scooping upward. Katelyn moaned in approval and ordered her to keep going. A few times she drew herself back so the slave could lick the outside again, but what felt best was rubbing her nub against Megan’s upper lip while the tongue probed her pussy. It was a clean pussy; didn’t taste or smell bad at all, though the stubs of trimmed hair felt awfully coarse against the skin.

“Faster, kitten, faster!” Katelyn encouraged.

Megan flapped her lips up and down as best as the ring would allow, twirling her tongue around inside the vagina with greater force and frequency. Katelyn closed her eyes, gripped the girl’s hair even harder and arched her head back as she climaxed. She squeezed her head against her pussy as hard as she could and held it there, crying out to the ceiling, then pulled back and had Megan top it off with some extra licking.

“Mmmmm.” Katelyn purred, reeling for her orgasm. “Good girl.” She sat on the edge of the ottoman and put her arm around Megan’s shoulder. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, uh-ihhstress.” She lied. Bringing her to climax hadn’t been as difficult as she expected, but giving the evil bitch the satisfaction was excruciating.

Katelyn gave her a long, moist kiss on the cheek and turned to Master. “Your turn!”

He rose and walked over to them while his partner shimmied her panties back up her legs. “Four minutes and twenty-two seconds; not bad.” He said.

“Oh yeah, this one’s a natural.” She said. “If only I could train her friend to eat pussy like that.”

“Let’s see how she does with this.” Master grabbed his bulge and traced the outline of his cock right in front of Megan’s face. He unzipped his pants ceremoniously, letting her see it barely contained within his boxers, then dropped them, waved his solid member around and tapped her on the nose with it. She whimpered and arched her eyebrows in dread, more and more as he positioned his head between her lips and slid inside.

“Hmmmggghhh!”

She focused on keeping her tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft, which filled her mouth entirely, and tucking her upper lip over her teeth. His head rammed the back of her throat with each thrust, hitting dangerously close to her gag reflex. The first time it did, she choked and sputtered around his flesh, earning her the warning: “You’d better learn to relax and breathe out your nose, kitten.”

Megan tried, but that was easier said than done. She had never taken a dick as long or as fat as this one, let alone blown one, and wasn't used to guys painfully gripping the back of her head and holding it still while they thrust. Just three nights prior, on the first night of her intended vacation before these psychos broke in, she had gone down on Austin while he sat on the edge of their bed. Remembering how gentle he was when stroking the back of her head, how much more manageable in size his member was, and how she was able to bob up and down at her own pace, it almost felt like a separate lifetime at this point.

After a few minutes Master pulled out of her mouth and whacked her cheek with his cock, now covered in the girl’s own saliva, and dragged it across her face. Katelyn watched gleefully from the chair and took her phone out of her pocket.

“Can I record this?” She asked.

“Why?” Master was wary of phone cameras; in an era where everyone seemed to be getting hacked and having private files leaked, they were a security risk.

“I could have a lot of fun showing it to her boyfriend later.” Katelyn smiled devilishly. “And don’t worry; I’m not gonna put it on the cloud or anything.”

“Not a bad idea.” He said. In fact, the idea of showing the news slaves videos of their friends’ current state of bondage was exciting enough to make him even harder and he plunged himself back into Megan’s tight, warm orifice. His testicles, swollen from three days with no release, slapped against the gurgling captive’s chin and neck with each thrust, and his cock felt like it was in a vacuum. She slurped obediently and gagged hard whenever he struck deep.

As much as he tried to savor the experience, he was soon ready to come. Megan had struggled to breathe through her congested nose, and that was when Master pulled out every minute or so; she found herself suffocating as he gyrated deeper down her throat and held it there. A few more strokes from her tongue on his pulsating shaft was all it took; the first stream of semen shot out and he grunted, while her eyes bulged out.

“Hhhhrrggghhh!” She squawked.

Master moaned and pressed harder into her mouth with every viscous spurt, emptying his whole load. Megan couldn’t swallow as fast as the hot fluid kept coming or exhale sufficiently, coughing half of it out of her plugged-up lips and wheezing so desperately for air that snot was forced out her nostrils. Katelyn cheered the whole thing on while filming, making sure to zoom in and record every detail of the slave’s misery. Just as her face went blue and her eyes started to cross, Master finally pulled out of Megan’s mouth and allowed her to catch some air.

“Hope you enjoyed that Kitten.” He said. “Plenty more where that came from.”

She hyperventilated too hard to even notice the cobweb of semen and drool hanging between her lips and his cock, let alone his words.

“Shall we get to the fun part?” Katelyn suggested. Besides the orgasm the girl had given her, watching Master fuck her helpless mouth was making her wet again and she couldn’t wait to commence the torture.

“Sure, but I have to piss and wash up first. Do me a favor, clean her up.”

He tossed a pack of wet wipes and she rose to get to work on Megan, but not before rummaging through Master’s goodie bag to decide what kind of gag she wanted to have her wear. Katelyn loved a simple bandana cleave for everyday use, but Megan was about to be screaming her head off and they needed a more effective way of keeping her quiet. She was considering another ball gag until she came across a roll of sports tape and thought ‘bingo’.

Megan hung her head as low as the tethered collar would allow, which wasn’t much. Taking a seat on the ottoman’s edge, Katelyn dabbed the sticky fluids off her face with one of the towelettes, then scrubbed her chin, nose, cheeks and gaping lips with another. She made no sounds except for the occasional sniffle, and stared off into the corner until her captor started addressing her and she looked her in the eye, knowing she couldn’t risk another punishment.

“So,” Katelyn began, “I take it this isn’t how you expected your weekend to turn out?”

“Nuh, ihhstress.” She said weakly.

“No one ever does.” She chuckled. “I don’t think Austin did, either, but he’s coming along nicely.”

Megan whined and hung her head again.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I would never do any permanent damage to a cutie like him. Not where it matters, at least.” Katelyn undid the straps to her gag, plucked the ring out and applied one finger to the base of her jaw to steer her head back up. “Look at me.”

She lay one strip of cloth on top of her thigh and began folding it. “Your life will be a lot easier from now on if you just behave. It’ll never be perfect or even pleasant, mind you, but there are little things we can do to make it a bit more comfortable. Or painful, as you’re about to see. Open up.”

Katelyn crammed the thick square of cloth into Megan’s mouth, ensuring that the flat edges went in first so she wouldn’t choke on it, and continued her lecture. “Gabby’s having a hard time adjusting, too, being the spoiled little shit she is.”

It was true. Her best friend was sweet and loyal, but never worked a day in her life and had spent nineteen years being waited on hand and foot.

“But I think we’ll break her eventually. It's gonna be a lot of fun disciplining that gorgeous body of hers, especially once we get her settled into her new home where all the fun toys are.” Katelyn peeled the first corner of tape from the roll and pressed it over Megan’s closed lips, then brushed her hair out of the way and wound it around her head three times.

“Speaking of gorgeous bodies,” She cupped Megan’s right breast and tickled her inner thigh with the other hand, “it’s too bad Master had to put this chastity belt on you. We had so much fun yesterday when it was just those cute, plaid shorts of yours.”

Megan stiffened her torso as her captor groped it and gazed lustfully at her. The woman was slightly older, late 20’s it appeared, and well-dressed in a way that would make you think she was a chic lawyer, not a professional slaver. She had orange-red hair fashioned into a messy bun and a stunningly symmetrical face that easily charmed people, but now appeared intimidating to Megan. She was surprisingly strong, too; able to wrangle and hold the slaves almost as well as her male colleagues, though her body didn’t seem bulky, just athletic.

Katelyn took her hands off once Master came out from the bathroom and leaned in to whisper: “Don’t worry. We’re taking you and your friends to our main compound later; we’ll have more, eh, ‘bonding time’ once we get there, in between training of course. Got it, kitten?”

Megan whimpered and nodded. It sounded like she was absolutely doomed now, and she couldn’t stop feeling stupid for botching her one and only escape attempt so badly.

“Is she giving you a hard time?” Master joked as he knelt next to Megan and started rolling her shirt up.

“Not at all.” Katelyn said. “And why aren’t you just cutting that off?”

“I want to save it for later, it looks good on her.”

“We could buy a new one in any color you want, with whatever Greek letters on it; it’s called the internet.”

“You know I don’t like to waste money. Now hand me that cane.”

Katelyn didn’t appreciate being bossed around but was too happy to start a fight over it. She gleefully fetched the black rod for him and asked, “But what am I going to use?”

“We could take turns, or you could be in charge of the e-stim.”

“E-stim!” She mimicked clapping.

“Look at you, all ready to go.” Master said. He turned back to Megan and explained, “Alright, kitten, I know we got a bit side-tracked with the blowjob and all, but now it really is time for your punishment. Trying to escape was unacceptable, and now you’re going to pay.”

Standing arms-length away from her, he tapped the edge of the cane against her exposed, hanging B-cups. She squealed at how much it stung, while he assured her the ‘real thing’ would be infinitely worse. “Severe offenses call for severe consequences, kitten. You’ve earned twenty lashes to the tits,” he drummed the cane against the sole of her left foot, “and another twenty lashes here. And you were already going to receive some shock therapy, but for speaking without permission earlier, let’s say, oh, fifty shocks total?”

Katelyn nodded enthusiastically and smacked her lips in excitement.

Master swung the cane with the full force of his wrist and struck Megan directly on the nipple. She screamed wildly into the white tape sealing her lips, and again as the other breast felt the same horrific pain.

“Two.” He counted. Master swung the next six lashes underhand, hitting the underbelly of her breasts with an awful cracking sound. Megan shrieked even louder, genuinely believing it could not get more painful than this. It did, however, as he alternated positions and dealt blows to her tits from every possible angle; four to the top, and another six from the sides. She squinted her eyes shut in agony as the marks from the rod turned her flesh from pale white to beet red.

Master was about to announce “Just two more” when he realized that his fast pace had allowed her to become too used to the whipping. Better to pause for a moment and let her body recuperate, then allow the last two blows to be distressing surprises. After about thirty seconds, when her chest stopped heaving, he cracked the cane across both nipples at once, sending her back into a screaming frenzy. The last strike was swung with the might of his entire arm and landed on her left breast, by far the most excruciating.

Megan’s wrists were chaffed from pulling against the ropes during her struggles and the cloth wadded between her teeth hadn’t been much to bite down on. Her tits felt numb after a while but hurt like hell in the meantime, and she was crying too hard to look and see if they were bleeding.

“Goddamn…” Katelyn said, “I haven’t seen you go that savage in a long time.”

“Don’t forget, we still have the feet.”

“If only I had my riding crop.” She sighed.

“This’ll do.” Master whipped Megan’s right sole three times in a row and she howled into her gag. It was equally torturous when he struck her left one and the blows only got worse from there. She flexed her ankles hard against the rope tying them together, but that only offered a minor and temporary relief from the cane’s brutal punch.

The whacking noises of polypropylene-on-skin were music to her captors’ ears, as were her cries. They loved watching her pull on her ropes in vain and trash her head about, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to budge an inch. Towards the end, Master took more time in between lashes in order to drag the beating out for as long as possible. The last four blows were aimed right in the center arch, where her most sensitive flesh was, earning him some juicy wails and extra tears from his slave.

Megan strained her throat from screaming so hard and nearly passed out. She had never cried this intensely before in her life and honestly didn’t know how she would be able to sustain the upcoming punishment. One thing was for sure: no way in hell was she going to try and escape again, at least not without a guarantee of safety.

The two sadists towered over their hysterical captive and admired their work. Master had been too soft on her before, but this was as rough as he could get with his current tools. There was an elaborate dungeon back at home base stocked with every tool you could think of (including a few custom ones of their own design), bondage furniture for misbehaving slaves and some truly medieval devices. If she thought this was bad, he couldn’t wait to see her act up over there.

“Where’s the power box?”

Master pointed her to his goodie bag and took a seat in the lounge chair while Katelyn readied the machine for the next round. She wired the pads to the main unit and greased them up with electro adhesive before attaching them strategically to Megan’s body. One on each inner thigh, one on each axillary nerve in the armpit, and the last two went on the injured soles of her feet.

“Alright, here we go.” Master said. “Fifty shocks – and since there’s six pads, I guess it’s technically three hundred shocks, but oh well,” they paused to grin at each other.

Katelyn started off by turning the power box to its simplest setting, ‘on’, which created a mild buzz that still made Megan groan. The individual shocks came when she suddenly cranked the red dial clockwise and created a surge of electricity, savagely zapping whatever the pads were attached to. Megan’s reddened eyes bulged and she roared into the tape as it felt like her nerves and flesh were being flicked with a hot wire, a reaction so amusing to Katelyn that she ‘surged’ her ten times in a row. The slave writhed about in her bound, fixed position, desperately struggling in a new direction every five seconds. Her screams eventually subsidized into high-pitched whines as the pain level surpassed what she thought possible.

“Awwww, does that hurt the little kitten?” Katelyn mocked. “Don’t worry sweetie, only thirty more to go.”

She experimented with different time intervals, doing bursts of a dozen surges at once, then letting her rest fifteen seconds in between each one. Megan’s thighs didn’t hurt as much, and her soles had gone practically numb after the whipping but her armpits, already stretched from the way her arms were tied, were in utter agony. She found her entire body convulsing between shocks, and without even realizing it lost control of her bladder and let a long stream of urine lose all over the upholstery.

“Holy shit, check it out.” Katelyn said to Master, pointing at her crotch.

“That's a very bad girl, kitten.” He said, “We’ll have to improvise something later.”

Megan now felt humiliated and filthy on top of tortured. What was her punishment for this going to be? The extreme charge of electricity brought her back to the present and she resumed shrieking and struggling, too frantic from terror to even notice that the surges were longer this time. Shock number fifty came right as she was getting light-headed and on the verge of fainting, and she had never been more relieved to be finished with something, nor had her body ever taken this much abuse. Between this and her vibrator, it was clear that these slavers were the experts of bringing people to the edge and pulling them back before they were pushed over.

Katelyn smirked as she peeled the pads off, while the traumatized slave girl sat there limp and looked off into the corner with a thousand yard stare. “I’d say that worked.” She chimed.

“Indeed.” Master said. “Too bad she ruined the ottoman.”

“What do you want to do about that?”

“Throw it out. I know the Bolton girl’s parents are almost never here, but I don’t want to risk leaving any evidence. As for kitten here, we need to clean her up before we take off.”

“Alright, her friends are pretty much ready to go. I’ll start the shower.”

They untied Megan from the bed frame and stood her up. Injured feet are quite difficult to walk on, so she had to be supported on her way to the bathroom, though the air felt wonderful on her newly-freed neck and being able to relax her arms was a nice touch. Katelyn got the showerhead running and ordered her to put her arms up so she could remove her shirt, then held her hands behind her back while they waited for Master to get the key to her chastity belt. Once he released it, placed the vibrator on the counter and removed her hair band, he snapped his fingers and pointed strictly at the tub.

Megan stepped awkwardly into the stream of water and winced at its cold temperature.

“Hot showers are for good girls, kitten.” Master explained. “And wetting yourself was a very rude thing to do. Now wash up.”

He handed her a loofa and a bar of soap, which she rubbed onto her thighs and pelvis with trembling hands. Despite wanting to get out of the chilly water as soon as possible, it was hard to remain standing on such weakened legs and her head felt so disoriented that coordinating movements was difficult; almost like being drunk. The extreme pain and electric shock had really done a number on her mind and body.

Once it looked like her front was sufficiently clean, Master nudged her to turn around and washed her backside and taint himself. “You’ll have two or three bathroom breaks per day, depending on how generous we’re feeling.” He said “The times are yet to be determined, but you’ll just have to learn to hold it. Any accidents will result in whatever discipline your master sees fit, and right now that’s me.”

He turned the water off and ordered her to towel-dry her lower body.

“We’ll have to put a rain check on it for now, though. Our road trip starts in one hour and we have to focus on prepping everything.”

She was glad to cover her stinging red breasts again but saddened that Master put her in the same chastity belt configuration as before. Katelyn didn’t need to inquire about it; once she saw the mini pink buzzer, she knew what was up. The orgasm denial method was a favorite of his (not that she didn’t occasionally employ it herself), and she had watched him use it on countless women for years. Master held her white-and-turquoise plaid shorts up for her to step into and buttoned them up around her hips; the garment fit surprisingly well over her belt. After she was dressed they hauled her back out to the bedroom for further bondage.

“Kneel.” Katelyn said sternly with one hand pushing down on her shoulder. She sat in the lounge chair while the slave girl got on her knees in front of it and Master brought the equipment bag over.

“Here, put this on first.” He said, handing her the leather harness.

Katelyn wrapped and buckled the leather strap around Megan’s stomach, then looped the chain link of a pair of handcuffs around the back a few times. She brought her arms to her back, crossed her wrists and secured them in the steel. “Too tight, kitten?”

“Nuh-nnnmm.” Megan mumbled and shook her head, though they were indeed.

“Good answer.” She went to work restraining her ankles, using the same leather cuffs and chain as before. “Maybe you’re not as dumb as I thought.”

Master handed her a length of black rope, which she folded in half and wound around Megan’s arm just above the elbow, tying it off in a hitch and running the rope across her back to repeat the process on the other arm. The remaining material was wrapped around her torso and cinched off with a secure knot right below her breasts, hopelessly trapping her arms. A few strands of confetti rope were made into a coil by Master, who then created a bowline-style hitch at the end that left about another five feet of rope, to be used as a leash.

“Could you fix her hair for me?” He asked.

“Sure.” Katelyn pulled a fistful of Megan’s hair backward, combed her fingers through it a few times and fashioned it into a ponytail. The cat ears did a decent job of keeping her hair behind her ears, but that still left her thick black locks hanging down to her mid-back, which made applying new gags and collars a bit of a pain. The back of her head and neck were much more accessible now.

Megan stared at the floor, exhausted and scared yet too worn-out to cry anymore. She didn’t want to even imagine what Austin and Gabby were going through at the moment, but knew she would have to find out shortly when they were all taken away together. Maybe their vehicle would get pulled over on the road and the police would discover them, she prayed…

“You really ought to shampoo her hair.” Katelyn noted. “Feels like it’s been a couple days by now.”

“She’ll get a full bath tonight or tomorrow.”

“Well let me know when it’s over; I want to be the one who dolls her up. Face it, I know makeup better than you. Look on the bright side, kitten,” she switched to addressing Megan, “we have plenty of makeup and cosmetics back home that you’ll have access to. After all, we need to keep you looking your best and hottest at all times.”

“You’ll have an excellent wardrobe, too; though I’ll be in charge of that.”

“Heads up, he loves to have his slaves wear skirts.” Katelyn chuckled. “You know, so he can bend you over and fuck you at any time.”

Megan whimpered and cringed, dreading the moment that ever came true.

“Way to spoil the surprise.” He said. She feigned an apology as Master tossed the coil over Megan’s head and adjusted it snugly around her neck. “Unlike your last collar, kitten, this one doubles as a leash and gets tighter and tighter the more you resist. Or whenever I yank on it. Think of it as a choke chain, like the kind they use on dogs.”

Not only did Megan still hate being compared to a pet, she had never actually met anyone evil enough to use such a device on their pet. She believed him, though; the man found any excuse he could to make her hurt and doubting that he would was dangerous.

“I don’t think she believes you.” Katelyn said.

Megan nodded frantically and tried telling them “I do”, which came out as muffled babbling through the cloth pinning her tongue down and the tape keeping her mouth shut.

“You’re right, we better show her.” Master grinned.

Without another word, Katelyn gripped the nape of her neck with one hand and pulled hard on the rope. It quickly encircled Megan’s throat, being uncomfortable at first, then shrank in diameter as her captor pulled with more force until her airway was cut off. A hellish reminder of the mouth rape from earlier; her eyes crossed as she choked and struggled to breathe through a constricted windpipe.

“You like that, bitch?” Katelyn whispered harshly as she shoved her forward and began spanking her ass with an open palm. The woman was stronger than she looked and each blow felt like a point-blank punch, causing Megan to let out a pained yelp each time, which only suffocated her more. Katelyn let up on the rope after a minute and allowed her to get some air via her desperate, flared nostrils.

Master couldn’t resist a chance to add to the torture, however, and turned her vibrator on its ‘high’ setting. She groaned and squirmed about in vain, trying to alleviate the itchiness of her moist skin trapped in leather and avoid the temptation of giving in to the rubbing of her clit; she simply couldn’t bear to give Master the satisfaction. It was hopeless, of course, as the damn thing wasn’t going anywhere and its buzzing was beginning to feel pretty good. Katelyn cranked down on the noose just as she was starting to get aroused, which made her choke again but didn’t lessen the sexual pleasure. Megan realized she could either strain for breath again or squeeze her thighs together and grind on the vibrator, and chose the latter. It felt so amazing she almost forgot about the light-headedness creeping up on her and grew closer to climax when Katelyn released her grip. Master shut it off soon after, leaving Megan pissed off and moaning.

“I guess she did like that.” Katelyn remarked, almost disappointed. She rose from the chair and continued, “I’d better get back over to Chris and Sully and help them with the others. You need help with anything else here?”

“No, I’ve got it. We’ll be out shortly.” He said.

“See you at the van.” She walked out of the bedroom.

Master collected the last of his belongings and bondage gear, put them in the duffel and made the bed, meaning the last loose end to tie up was the stool he needed to dump. Any investigation into the slaves’ disappearances would yield little to no evidence; he had left traces of DNA behind but would never be considered as a suspect, seeing he didn’t live in the area and had no prior connection to them. On top of that, no law enforcement databases had his DNA on file and there was no paper or digital trail linking him to any of the three people. The Boltons, who spent most of their time in Europe, probably knew their daughter stayed at the house with her college friends while they were away, so any question as to who used the shower or slept in the beds would be placed on them. The property was wired with a high-grade camera and security system, but Sully had dealt with that a week before.

All that was left was corralling the new captives into the back of the van, securing them there, taking the back roads through the hills before connecting to the highway and driving back to their home base in Northern California. From the San Diego suburbs, he figured it would take eight or nine hours. Not exactly a quick run, but far from their longest trip and only requiring two gas stops along the way. Unlike their mission to Texas last year, where it took two whole days to drive back and they had to stop every 12 hours to let the slaves stretch to avoid blood clots. It had been well worth it, though; the four young women they captured on that trip netted them $1.6 million dollars at auction, two sold to a Saudi prince and the other two to a cartel leader in Baja.

“On your feet, kitten.” He barked.

Standing up from kneeling with her arms bound behind her back was difficult, but Megan managed eventually. Master held her leash in one hand and his cane with the other, while the duffel bag was slung over his shoulder.

“We’re meeting everyone else in the game room before going out the back entrance, got it?”

She nodded obediently.

“Good. I’m going to lead the way, you follow. Fall behind and your choke rope will make sure you catch up. Try anything funny, and you’ll be feeling the brunt of this.” He dramatically flicked the rod in front of her to demonstrate.

Megan nodded in terror once more, and they were off. Enough time had passed since her punishment that her soles didn’t hurt as much, though keeping up with his brisk, impatient pace was a bit challenging, especially with the fetters on her feet. Still, she couldn’t bear another round of asphyxiation or whipping and forced herself to walk quickly. They passed through the many corridors and rooms of the massive house until they reached the one with all the commotion and people.

Megan’s heart dropped to see Austin ball-gagged, shackled, stripped down to his boxers and covered in bruises and welts. From the looks of it, Katelyn had been using that taser on him. She cried out to him and he did the same, blinking his red-rimmed, teary eyes rapidly at her and attempting to lunge forward before being held back by Chris. Chris was the most heavily-tattooed goon in the squad of slavers and seemed to take great pleasure in man-handing his captive, who he proceeded to drag roughly outside. Master and Megan followed them out the open door which led to a gravel driveway, where the cargo van was waiting with Sully at the wheel.

Gabby stood next to Katelyn by the van’s side door, sobbing, ball-gagged, handcuffed and fettered, with a leather collar clamped around her neck. Much like Austin’s getup, except she bore no visible injuries and was fully dressed in a red t-shirt, cuffed denim shorts and red Converse high tops. The girl flinched every time her mistress, now yelling at and lecturing her, jabbed a finger in her chest or waved a wooden switch in her face to accentuate a point, then nodded quickly in agreement while blinking away more tears.

“I hope you’re ready for you new life, kitten.” Master taunted.

He handed Megan off to Chris and announced: “All three of you, get your asses in the van. Once you do, sit where I tell you, how I tell you, stay still and shut the fuck up.”

“You heard him.” Katelyn said, pointing sternly into the vehicle’s interior.

“Mmmmpphh…” Gabby cried.

“Nobody cares, princess. Now move it.” she swatted her butt with the switch, which got her moving indeed.

Austin was marched inside next, then Megan. Everyone’s rump felt the sting of the mistress’s rod no matter how quickly they trotted in, and once inside Master crouched down and directed everyone into position with Chris as his enforcer. He sat Megan against the wall and buckled one of the built-in leather straps around her, telling her to think of it as a seat belt, tied her leash to one of the metal rings welded to the floor and declared her secure. Gabby and Austin were also sat against the wall but had their arms lifted and hands re-cuffed above their heads to metal rings welded to the ceiling, then their torsos strapped to the hull just like Megan’s. Everyone’s feet were forcibly crossed, then bound with heavy-duty cable ties to prevent any kicking.

“Have a nice ride.” Katelyn told them sarcastically, blowing each one a kiss before getting into the passenger seat up front.

Fabric sleeping masks were slipped over their eyes and noise-cancelling ear buds were forced into their ears. The last thing any of them heard for the rest of the day was the sound of their friends whimpering, and after that, they were left with only their thoughts on what their lives would be like once they reached the compound.