Chapter Twelve

All of the girls were having the time of their lives when they heard a knocking at the door to the "dungeon". "Watch this," said Sandra as she opened a drawer to what looked like a table. Inside was a computer keyboard; with the skill of a professional typist a monitor rose from the desk. After a few more keystrokes the girls could all see the other side of the door where Sean and Roger were standing.

"This place is totally covered in cameras and this room is soundproof as well," Sandra informed her friends. "Great," said Beth, "Can we have some fun with these two as they are always getting us to do stuff for them, if that's OK with you of course?" She said looking at Sandra. "Sure, why not, payback time, eh!"

"Are you sure Sandra," asked Julie, "I mean this is your living and, well."

"Stop," interrupted Sandra, "Remember I only do what I want and no more or less, now grab those sticks over there and follow me." None of them questioned Sandra, as her voice had changed very slightly to a tone that made you do as you were told.

The sticks that she had told them to pick up were in fact cattle prods capable of delivering a 5,000 volt shock. Sandra explained to the girls how to use them and always to follow her lead. They all nodded in agreement. Sandra went to the door; hit the keypad and the door opened at the same time a spotlight from behind Sandra almost blinded Sean and Roger.

Neither Sean nor Roger was prepared for what came next. There they stood dressed in only their underpants with a blinding light from what they thought was a bedroom, then to complete the picture stood a woman dressed in black. "What the!" Before Sean could say any more he felt the sting of the cattle prod that Sandra was holding. It sent his leg muscle into an instant cramp. He immediately collapsed onto the floor.

Roger meanwhile had seen enough and turned to run. "Oh no, you don't!" said Sandra as she caught the back of his leg with the prod. The effect was the same on both of them; they lay on the floor clutching their legs as suddenly four women dressed to kill stood around them.

"What the fuck's going on" I'm going to kill you, bitch," Sean started off. Sandra's voice cut him dead, "Be quiet little boy or the next thing you'll feel will be your balls' exploding, that goes for you as well," she continued looking at Roger. Roger nodded his head vigorously. "But what have we done?" Sean's voice died as Sandra placed the tip of the prod within half an inch of his prick. "Speak when your spoken to only, this is your final warning." Her voice convinced him that she was not joking.

The pain in their legs started to subside as Sandra informed them that the day of reckoning was upon them. "Ok boys, up on your feet and into the room." Beth, Julie and Carol just stood there in amazement, but slowly they were falling into the game that Sandra was playing. Julie was amazed at the reaction that she got from Roger as she accidentally waved the prod close to him; it was the fastest she had ever seen him move.

Once inside the room Sean and Roger experienced the same effect that the girls had had. Their eyes opened wide as their brains understood where they were. As for why, they were not sure, but it was beginning to dawn on them that they were about to find out, and they were not about to ask why.

Sandra's voice then snapped them back to reality. "Ok boys, these are the rules, at all times you will refer to me as Madam Sandra, as for my colleagues the term Mistress Beth, Julie and Carol will always be used. All commands will be obeyed immediately; any delay will be only painful for you, not us. Do you understand?"

"Sure," replied Sean. The shock to Sean's arm made him jump and he immediately said, "Yes Madam Sandra."

"Good boy, slave Roger, you learn fast", said Sandra. Sean looked up and realized his mistake, holding his arm he said, "Sorry Madam Sandra, it won't happen again."

It had better not," she replied.

Sandra then looked at Beth saying, "Ok Mistress Beth, would you please go over to the table and in the left hand top drawer you'll find some handcuffs, bring them here."

"Yes Madam," replied Beth.

"And mistress Julie, in the box in the far corner are some manacles, bring me one pair for this slave" she said pointing at Sean, "as he seems to be a bit slow."

"Yes Madam," replied Julie.

"Mistress Carol," continued Sandra, "Please make sure that they do not move, if they do you know where to prod them."

The full extent of what was happening to them was just starting to sink in. Roger desperately needed to go to the toilet, as he had not been yet this morning and the drink from the previous night was catching up fast. But, he could not think of a way to ask without having his balls explode. Sean on the other hand was trying to think his way out of this.

Sadly he could only think about the arguments he and Beth had had, and the things he had had done to Beth. He had always been in control, and now the thought of her loose with the cattle prod and him with nothing to fight back with, genuinely scared him.

Beth returned with the handcuffs. "Ok boys, hands behind your back." They obeyed without hesitation. "Mistress Beth, would you be so kind as to do the honors."

"Certainly Madam," was the quick reply. Beth loved this and her mind was racing as to what would happen here today.

Julie showed the manacles to Sandra who nodded approvingly. Julie also loved this, as she had always been the passive one in their relationship. As she started placing the manacles around Sean's ankles she could feel his eyes burning into her. She looked up and directly into his eyes, Look away slave, and don't look at me like that again or else! Sean could not believe his ears and looked at her in disbelief.

Suddenly he felt a short riding crop under his chin and his head was being pushed up until he could see Sandra standing over him. "Well boy, what do you say to Mistress Julie?" Sean let out a strained "Yes Mistress Julie." With that he felt the crop fall away and he was careful not to look at Julie.

"All done Madam," said Beth, "Me too Madam," said Julie. "Good." replied Sandra as she looked down at the two boys sitting on the ground in their underpants with their arms handcuffed behind them and Sean wearing manacles. Looking at Roger she said "Boy, you look as if you are in pain, are you?"

"Well Madam, I didn't get to go to the toilet this?" Sandra stopped him saying, "Yes, yes little boy, don't babble on. We'll take care of it."

Sandra looked at Carol saying, "Mistress Carol, in the cupboard over there you'll find something suitable for this little boy to pee in, bring it here please."

"Yes Madam," replied Carol.

Sandra instructed Julie to take Sean over to the table that stood in one corner of the room. Again without hesitation she ordered Sean to stand, which he did with a little difficulty. The chain on the manacles was only twelve inches long, so Sean had to shuffle instead of walking. "Come on you lazy sod, move it!" Julie demanded. Sean wanted to shout back but he new better.

Carol came back with a child's potty in her hand, "Is this what you meant Madam?" She queried. "Yes, that's perfect Mistress Carol, now would you remove slave Rogers underpants."

"Of course Madam," with that Carol turned to Roger and told him to stand. Roger struggling did as he was told. Once standing, Carol proceeded to remove his underpants. Roger's prick was standing to attention as he wanted to pee a lot, but also he was beginning to get turned on by what was happening.

"Who said you could have a hard on?" Carol chided. "No one, Mistress Carol," but. Roger stopped in mid sentence as he felt Carol's hand slap his prick hard; it stung like hell but did not take any of the erection away. "You are not allowed to have an erection until I say so, do you understand slave?"

"Yes mistress," replied Roger but try as he may he could not make it go away.

Sandra came and stood next to Carol, saying "I see you have a problem Mistress Carol."

"Yes Madam, this slave insists on having an erection even when I have told him he can't." Sandra's hand went to Roger's balls and she squeezed them harder and harder, suddenly Roger lost his erection and his eyes were starting to water. "I think now is a good time for this little boy to use the potty," said Sandra. "Yes Madam," replied Carol "and thank you."

The potty was placed in the middle of the room and Carol directed Roger to sit and pee. Roger found it difficult to get his prick into the potty as his hands were handcuffed behind him. When he did manage it he heard Sandra's voice "If you get one drop of that on my nice wooden floor you'll be very sorry." He looked at her and said, "Yes Madam Sandra, I'll be careful."

Sean was now standing at one end of an oblong table. The table was about eighteen inches wide and thirty six inches long; the edges were covered in soft padded leather so that there were no sharp edges. As he stood there looking at Roger trying to pee into a baby's potty he was glad that he had already been to the toilet as soon as he woke up. The sight, however, of a grown man struggling to get his prick into that thing was amusing him.

Suddenly Sandra's voice attacked him. "What the hell do you think you're looking at!" And before he could answer he felt the riding crop come down hard on his buttocks. The pain shot through him and he went to say something but caught Beth's eyes and decided not to. "Mistress Beth, please can you find a blindfold for this bad boy, as I believe he enjoys watching other people, even when he does not have permission," said Sandra. "No problem Madam," replied Beth.

"Mistress Julie," continued Sandra, "I believe we have found a peeping tom!"

"Yes I agree Madam, what do you recommend?"

"Well, first lets start by attaching him to the table, start with his legs, on the side of the manacles you will find two rings; attach them to the rings on the table legs." Julie did as she was told, the rings just met so Sean could no longer move his legs. At the same time Sandra had removed the handcuffs. "Lay face down on the table and put your arms in front of you," she commanded.

Sean not seeing any way out did as he was told. "There's a good boy," said Sandra as she fastened his wrists with leather straps that hung from the other end of the table. She tightened them enough so that Sean's body was flat to the table.

Roger, meanwhile, had managed to start to pee into the potty. The sense of pleasure at just being allowed to pee took away all thoughts of what was going on around him until; he could feel that he was filling up the potty. He had not realized how much he wanted to go. Now Sandra's words about her wooden floor were filling his brain. His prick was now submerged in his own pee, oh god, he thought what's she going to do with me.

He tried hard to stop, but it was impossible. Remember, came Carol's voice, not on the floor, or else" She could see the predicament he was in and she was determined to enjoy it to the full. Suddenly a great sense of relief swam over Roger as he realized he had finished and none had been spilled.

Sandra now told Beth to put the blindfold on Sean. Make sure he can't see anything. Beth did as she was told. Sean's world was now blacked out and he could only hear what was happening around him.

Sandra walked over to where Roger was still squatting. "Well Mistress Carol, is the baby finished?"

"Yes Madam, I believe he has."

"Well, let's get him back on his feet then."

"Certainly Madam." Carol turned to Roger, "You heard Madam Sandra, stand up!" Carefully Roger stood up, as he did not want to tip over the potty now.

Roger stood up proud of his achievement, when suddenly as if in slow motion he saw a drip of pee leave the end of his prick and fall to the floor. Quickly his foot moved to stop it from hitting the floor, but as his prick had been immersed in the pee, the drop was larger than normal. The top of his foot caught the drip, but it just rolled of and onto the floor.

"Well," said Carol, almost about to burst into laughter at watching Roger trying to play football with a drip of pee, "You were warned."

"Yes, he was, added Sandra, take him to the whipping post Mistress Carol. Mistress Beth, another blindfold if you please."

"Yes Madam Sandra," replied Beth.

Carol led Roger to the post on the right hand side of the room, Sandra followed. When they got there Sandra told Roger to stand still as she undid the handcuffs, and then proceeded to do them up again but this time in front of him.

Roger broke out into a cold sweat; surly she would not whip me. "Back against the post," Sandra said, "and hands in the air." He did as he was told without thinking. Sandra hooked the handcuffs to a chain that came over the top of the post; she then went behind the post and pulled the chain tight enough to make Roger stand on the balls of his feet.

Beth blindfolded Roger, shutting of his world as well. With both boys blindfolded Sandra motioned to the other girls to follow her, which they did. As they all left the room Sandra said, "One word from either of you boys and you'll feel my cat of nine tails."

"Ok, yes Madam Sandra," was the instant reply from both Sean and Roger.