Escaped, Caught, Punished – Chapter 9

“Are you coming?”
“Hmm?” Vanessa responds sleepily, “who are you? What time is it?”
“It’s me silly,” Autumn drags Vanessa out of bed, “it’s around 2am I think.”
“What’s going on? How did you get in my room?”
“Seems like the security system malfunctioned and unlocked all the rooms on our floor. You can stay here if you want to, but the others and I are ready to find an exit.”
“What about our microchips? What if we get caught?”
“Who’s gonna tell on us? Even if we get caught, we’ll at least learn how to escape better next time. Some of us have scouted the floors and there’s only guards on the top floor. We’ll take the stairs since we don’t have access to the lifts.”
“What if…”
“Are you coming or not?”
“Don’t leave me…”
“Get dressed and let’s go.”
The two ran to the closest staircase and tip-toed up a few floors where they met the rest near the exit.
“Is that everyone?” the girl with a stolen key card asks.
“That’s all of us.”
The alarm sounded as soon as the card was swiped. Footsteps from the next room closed in.
“We need to split up or none of us will make it. Run!”
Two guards made it to the party and recaptured one of the run away prisoners before she got too far while the rest spread out.
“Autumn, they caught someone already!”
“Keep running, they’ll report us now. The authorities will catch up soon.”
A few minutes later the two girls found a place to catch their breath in between buildings.
“We can’t stay still for too long, they have our exact location and will catch up.”
“Do we even know how to get back home? I’m assuming all of us were blindfolded when we were taken to the Distributor.”
“No, but figuring out where we are might be the first step. Look at all the buildings, the roads, the layout of this place. It’s like we’re in a simulation. We should probably stay clear from the street lights.”
“How long do you think we have before they catch up to us?”
“Pretty soon to be honest, but doesn’t it feel good to have a little bit of freedom again? Enjoy it while it lasts.”
“We’re so done for…”
“Look on the bright side, we’re free for now and there’s still a slight chance that we’ll find our way back home.”
“It took the bus at least ten minutes to get us here. It’ll probably be a two-hour walk to where they picked us up from.”
It didn’t take long before a car stopped near where they were and two tall broad shouldered men stepped out.
“The locator says they’re around here somewhere, only a few feet away,” says one of them.
“Shhh…” Autumn puts a hand over Vanessa’s mouth before she could gasp, quietly walking away to an alley.
The girls kept walking through the dark street until Vanessa bumps into a blown out lamp post.
“Who’s there?” one of the men shone a blinding flash light their way.
“Run!” Autumn exclaims.
They ran as far as they could until they reached a dead end.
“Silly girls. Did you think you could outrun us?” he says, walking towards them with a gun looking device and a body bag.
“Please don’t hurt us…”
“You should have thought about that before running away.”
He aims the device on Vanessa’s leg and fires.
She falls over and screams from the pain.
“Nooo!” Autumn reaches for Vanessa.
“Don’t worry about me, run Autumn, run!”
“I can’t leave you here, ow! I’m hit…”
“Drama queens… pack them up.”
Vanessa pulls out the needle shot into her leg, and finds that the injection has immobilised her entire limb. In addition to that, any movement sent pins and needles through the affected area.
“Game over sweethearts,” he grabs Vanessa’s small body, throws her in the bag and shoves her into the back of the car.
Vanessa hears a thud next to her.
“Autumn?”
“It’s me… is your leg tingling? It’s like that shot cut off circulation to my leg or something.”
“Mine’s getting worse…”
“I’m sure you’ll be okay, it’s in their best interest to keep you in good condition. Someone has already put in an offer for you, remember?”
“You’re right…”

When morning came, everyone who attempted to escape were rounded up into a room and tied securely to their chairs with a few guards supervising them.
“I heard that you all tried to break out of here so instead of a workout session this morning, you will all start serving your eight hour sentence in the torture chambers. There was going to be a gap for recovery later today, but that won’t be happening anymore. Since you all had enough energy to run, there won’t be any meals provided until the day is over,” Yanna announces.
Murmurs broke out within the group, the blaming game was played.
Vanessa almost broke into tears. All her muscles ached after being forced to tense over and over again from yesterday’s torture.
“Sorry for convincing you to leave with us Van…, I was a little too hopeful and knew you really wanted out.”
“Thanks for not leaving me behind… I would’ve been upset if you successfully escaped without me.”
The lot were taken down five at a time in cuffs with two guards armed with tasers. Each prisoner is then allocated a room each down a dimly lit hallway. A guard drags Vanessa to her chamber, strips her clothes off and straps her in a seat that looks similar to the patient chair at the gynaecologist with a mirror wall in front, legs spread apart, additionally her arms were pinned straight above her head.
The only light in the room was the spotlight above her, illuminating her helpless bound form, the reflection displayed her vulnerability.
A nurse came in the door and placed her kit down in front of Vanessa.
“Hi, you must be Vanessa, you might be here for a while so I’m here to insert a catheter into your urethra.”
“Excuse me, what?!” Vanessa questions in disbelief, “I think I heard you wrong.”
The nurse sanitises Vanessa’s little pee hole. Realising she heard right, she twists around the straps that held her tight to avoid the assault.
“No, there must be a mistake, please, I’ll be quick on my toilet breaks, please, I won’t even go…”
“There won’t be any toilet breaks. A few hours is a long time and you will need to drink in between to recover from how much you’ll be sweating.”
The nurse sanitizes the catheter and lubricates the length she will be inserting.
“Don’t worry, it’s not as crazy as it sounds, hospitals do it all the time. This is the catheter, 3mm thick, and I’ll only be inserting about five to six inches.”
The explanation did the opposite of calming the patient down. Vanessa protests and struggles violently in her frame.
“Looks like I need to hold your hips down,” the nurse says as she tightens Vanessa’s seat belt over her waist until she could no longer move her hips, “that should do it.”
“No no no, stop, please, stop!” She begs and screams as the nurse holds the tip of the catheter at the entrance of her tight tube and begins inserting slowly, twisting to slide it through. Vanessa’s stomach twists as the foreign object enters her small, delicate tunnel. While her tied arms shook, the violation froze her legs stiff. From the receiving end, it felt as if the insertion process would never end.
“Just two more inches left.”
Eventually some liquid was expelled into the waste bag.
The invasive procedure left the gasping patient speechless, stunned from feeling every unnatural movement inside her.
“You can relax now. Your eight hour sentence will start in about ten minutes.”
“What do you mean? I thought my sentence started already…”
“I’m just getting you ready silly. It was nice meeting you, I have to set up the patient next door. Someone’s on their way to deal with you. Good luck with your sentence.”
Jaimee shows up from the door behind a few minutes after the nurse leaves.
“Hello my darling!”
“You again?!”
“Lovely to see you too.”
“Why are you here?”
“You’re a little brat aren’t you? I heard you were being punished so I volunteered to be of assistance. Testing, testing, one, two, three,” Jaimee fiddles around with the computer and some devices.
“What are you doing? What’s happening?”
“Patience my dear, I’ll explain to you in due time,” she makes a few clicks and the computer beeps, “ah there we go, we’re live.”
“Live?”
“Where should I begin?… There’s a camera in front of you and clients on a membership are able to jump on. Here’s a menu of what they can request to be done to you,” she lets Vanessa skim through the never ending list of torture methods with the price listed on the side, “anyways… I’m your first volunteer today even though I do get a percentage of any payments or tips donated to the distributor and you’ll have someone else after I’m done with you. Basically the volunteers are fill-ins for the professionals who will perform on you in front of a live audience,” she explains.
Jaimee wiggles the catheter, amused to see the prisoner tense up. The smallest movement in her small tube jolted her nervous system.
“We’re going to have so much fun,” she grins maliciously.
“Number 14,” an AI generated voice sounds from the speaker.
“Ah there’s our first order. Number 14….”
She opens the drawer labelled 1-15 and finds a tray labelled 14. Inside are vacuum nipple suckers with a knob on top that increases suction with each twist, “the instructions says here that these go on for at least ten minutes but may be left on for longer. Seems like I can leave them on for forever until someone wants to do something else to your cute buttons,” she places one on Vanessa’s nipple and twists the knob until she begs her to stop, “look at that, that’s only about an inch in and you’re already crying,” she shakes the plastic tube that’s sucked on Vanessa’s sensitive bud, jiggling the rest of her aching breast, “we’ll let this one rest for a minute,” she grabs the other sucker and twists the knob until it was at the same length as the first.
Ding
“$10 just came in for that little show with a note that said there will be another $20 if it’s sucked up all the way. That’s only 2 more inches, I think we can do it,” Jaimee starts twisting the first one until it stretches another inch.
“Stop! Please stop, it hurts so much, please, please, please…”
“Look how much it’s stretching you,” Jaime says, ignoring her cries. She twists the other knob to make them both sucked two inches into the plastic tube, and brings one of the camera closer so the viewers could see the skin turning dark purple inside while the nipples swell up even more, “just one more inch to go sweetie,” she twists the knobs until it reaches the end. Vanessa shudders and screams hysterically as her soft lumps are squished into a small plastic tube.
“Baby girl, we’re just getting started with you. Ding There we go, the $20 came through as promised with a note that says: Her screams get me so excited, I love seeing a slave’s boundaries pushed and stretched. Alright, so to complete Number 14 we need to leave them on for another 8 minutes.”
“Number 15.”
“Lets see… just one little sucker, could you guess where this is going?” Jaimee parts Vanessa’s southern lips apart, sets the sucker on top of Vanessa’s clit and starts twisting the knob until her small, sensitive pearl fill the tube, “this is too cute,” she tugs on and flicks the tubes stuck to the slaves buttons in turn, making her groan in pain, attracting more tips from the viewers.
“Number 2.”
Jaimee opens the appropriate drawer for the request and finds a bunch of large rubber bands. She grabs two the size of a teacup saucer, then forces one of the bands around Vanessa’s voluptuous jug.
“That looks good,” she admires her own work and adds the other one on.
Both of Vanessa’s breasts are snuggly squeezed at the base by the two bands that were a little too tight for them, cutting circulation. She finds another band that was almost twice the size of the two she just applied on.
“This should do the job,” she puts it around one breast and forcefully fits the other one in so Vanessa’s large melons were squashed together by the band, “comfy?”
“Ow… Please take it off… please… it’s too tight…” Vanessa desperately pleads.
“They look perfect, please keep them on, I love seeing her in pain,” an AI voices a comment that Jaimee clicked on.
“Sorry sweetheart, I can’t go against customers’ wishes. Plus they just tipped us another twenty,” Jaimee says while she flicks the suction tubes stuck on Vanessa’s engorged nipples roughly and watches her squirm.
“You know what would be fun?”
Jaimee ties a string to one of the suction knobs hanging on Vanessa’s chest and attaches the other end to a hook on top, tightening the string to lift her full rack by her tender nipple.
“No, no, no, please… I’m begging you, please stop… it’s pulling too hard…”
Disregarding her pleas, Jaimee strums the string a few times so it would lift and drop, the momentum yo-yo’s the nipple responsible for supporting the rest of her heavy breasts that were banded together.
“Number 9. Number 11.”
“Oooooh, what a great idea,” she blindfolds Vanessa, then finds a few dowel rods in the drawer. She picks one 1/4 inch thin, 24 inches in length and runs the smooth rod over the slave’s soft under breasts.
“Count to ten slowly,” she orders.
“Please don’t hit me… I can’t handle anymore, ”Vanessa pleads, feeling the strain on her over extended nipple and the pressure from the bands squeezing her melons tightly, almost to the point of bursting them.
Jaimee whacks the thin stick across her under boob, provoking a scream from the sting it inflicted on the stretched skin.
“We’re not adding that to the count. You should start counting or you’ll get a few more extra lashes,” she threatens, rubbing the light welt it left behind.
“One… please go easy…”
Whack!
Jaimee hits the breast with the stretched nipple hard enough to make her rack bounce from the string tugging on her sore nub. She hits the same area four more times as the slave counts and screams after each beating.
“Stop… Please… anywhere else but there,” Vanessa begs regretfully as it stung more after each strike on the same place, making the welt become thicker and red.
“You poor thing, if you say so.”
Without warning, Jaimee undoes the string holding Vanessa’s rack up and lets them bounce free, eliciting a gasp, she shudders as the plastic tubes tug her nips up and down as they bounce along from the momentum.
She ties the string around the other knob and pulls it up like the first to expose the underside of her creamy lumps.
“Let’s even it up shall we? You’re up to 6 next.”
Jaimee punishes the other to even up the score while Vanessa screams and begs for the torture to stop.
“This is what you asked for, sweetie. You should’ve thought twice before disobeying the rules,.”
She rubs the raised welts on the crying slave’s pale skin to make the sting worse, “don’t worry, it’ll feel better tomorrow.”
“Number 10.”
“Let’s see…” Jaimee finds a stainless steel wartenberg wheel, reads the instructions and places it on the cart next to the victim, “it’s time to let your cute nipples free,” she releases the knobs and lets Vanessa’s sore melons bounce when they pop out of the vacuum seal. Vanessa lets out a moan as her nipples adapt to the outside pressure.
“Oh my goodness, they’re so swollen!” Jaimee reaches out and rubs Vanessa’s nubs with her finger tips before Vanessa immediately squeals and wriggles to move away, “they’re soooo sensitive aren’t they,” Jaimee pinches them and tugs aggressively, “you’re not getting away.”
The prisoner writhes in the frame that held her down tight with no chance to escape the painful torture.
“Enough of that,” she picks up the pinwheel of needles, “this is going to be your favourite,” she starts from the top of Vanessa’s chest and makes her way down slowly, building up dread.
“No, no, no, what is that?” Vanessa panics, blindfolded from seeing the sharp torture device.
The pinwheel pokes her purple flesh balloons and makes its way closer and closer to her engorged gumdrop, “stop! Please! Stop!…” her cries fell on ears that took pleasure in hearing her scream in terror.
“It’s such a nice color.. I love how the bands constrict the blood flow and tighten your skin. It makes you so much more sensitive… you might just pop if I press any harder,” she says, narrowly missing Vanessa’s nipple, running the spikes through her puffy areola instead to tease her. “Hmm… I love seeing you struggle but I might accidentally puncture you if you move too much…” Jaimee hooks the band from the centre of Vanessa’s chest to the attachments above, pulling her forward-up so that she has to arch her back, keeping her gorgeous breasts pinned in place, “perfect.”
Jaimee grabs the pinwheel again and rolls it from top to bottom, slowing down over the nipple so Vanessa could feel every sensation it has to offer. She continues rolling the device up, down, diagonally and side to side as if she was cutting a pizza, slowly going over the sensitive, swollen nipple over and over again. The cries and begging intensify every time the pins would roll over her dark puffy bump in the centre.
“Is that too much, little one?”
“Stop… please… stop, stop, stop… please I’m begging you…”
“You poor thing… I almost feel sorry for you. The countdown timer says, you still have seven and a half hours to go. How are you going to survive today?” Jaimee teases as she focuses the pins on the sensitive nubs of her victim, making her scream as pointed tips sink into her tender dark-red nipples.

Thank you for reading Chapter 9 of “The Underground” series.

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