Shock Collar: Bimbo Training Device (Trevino x Leafgirl)

[Leafgirl]

I sat with my crew in the club. Ed was taking Grove's announcement pretty hard. "Come on, Bai! Talk the fool out of his damn thoughts. There ain't nothing outside the cities. Nothing worth saving. Etherium Corp owns it all, for fuck's sake." Ed thrust his legs up angrily on the table, looking at me. He nearly tossed a bottle of JackD's finest at Grove's head, but decided to take a swig of the drink instead. "Fucking hell, eh, you wanna go that's fine by me, just don't expect to last for long, you bloody idjit." Ed spat, but cast me another pleading glance.

I laugh. "Hah! Don't look at me, Ed, old chum. This is a golden opportunity. Now I won't have those security goons giving me dirty looks. Always asking me about hanging out with you boobs on my weekends. Not gonna fuck my security clearance for you either, Grove, and give me that flask." I lean over and pull Ed's beer from his lips, exchanging it with a sloppy kiss on his bad breath mouth. "Hey! No fair, Miss. Lee! Did you earn that alcohol?" he says, drawing out the syllables on the word 'earn' playfully, as I scramble to squirm away from him, giggling as we tussle in the booth. But someone interrupts.

It was a new kid. I think Rouney brought him this time, probably had to lie about his age to get in here. Short little pipsqueak, full of bright eyes and undashed hopes, that opens his mouth and askes, "Wait, no way. You've got security clearance? You work for Etherium? Woah, that means--!"

But I put my finger to the kid's lips to shut him up. "Uh uh. No way, kiddo. Name's Bai Lee, Etherium scientist extraordinare. The hours suck, and the company sucks more, but the benefits and pay are worth it. I'm not giving that up for none of you bozos." The boy looks up at me with a sort of awe as I climb on top of his lap. I can feel his boner through his jeans as his mind reels at this gorgeous girl on top of him. Maybe if he was a little older, I'd be in to him, but right now, I'm just enjoying having the power of his full attention. After a moment, I climb off and walk over to the dance floor. "Well, I'll see you fools later, always sitting about and fooling around in the booth. A girl's gotta dance, don't she?"

And I do dance. I dance, and I hope grove is watching me, because I don't have the strength to tell him that I'll miss him, and that I don't want him to go out to the rural districts, where the people live lives of filth and no hope, and even if it is for a good cause I don't want him to go, and I hate them for taking my Grove away from me.

The music pulses through me. With every beat, every bounce, every punch of the bassline, my mind swims. Dizzy, I lose myself within the flashing lights of the club. Here, I can forget about work. No enlaced polymers, no genomic transmutations or DNA swabs. I check all that at the door, toss back a few shots, and lose myself in the crowd of bodies. There is only rhythym, the heat of the masses writhing, grinding, breathing, together.

But I should have kept my mouth shut. Later, I swipe my identification card over the card reader and enter my apartment, only to see someone else inside. A girl, maybe a few years younger than me, eighteen or 19 years old, lies curled up on my sofa. Shutting the door behind me, I immediately let out a scream, and within seconds the girl gets up, bounds over to the other side of the room, and pins me against the wall. Desperation lies behind her eyes as she whispers, "Please! Please don't let anyone know I'm here! I'll be gone in the morning, I swear, just please, let me stay the night!"

I don't know why I let her. Maybe it was something in her eyes. But it doesn't matter. The next day, I'm already shaking my head when, over the intercom, comes my supervisor's voice. "Worker Bai Lee. You are requested in the security hall for debriefing. Five minutes." And with that, I let out a low, frustrated groan, knowing exactly what this is all about. I don't have much time, either, and so as I run out of my room and into the empty halls I have to juggle my thoughts.

The genetic sequencing the company has paid for is coming along nicely. The research and theory behind it is flawless, and will ensure a completely subservient chattel race in the provinces for generations to come. My mind flashes to Grove, and his mission trip, and suddenly there is a weakness in my stomach. I guess I sort of bite my lip. He's not going to be able to save those people... but how I wish I could save him. And finally, I think of what I'm going to say to Mr. Kendall about the girl. Ugh... I hate talking to him. He's always so creepy and awkward to be around, but hopefully it'll be just a quick security debriefing, right? The usual company corporate platitudes, strictures of protocol, blah blah blah...

All this goes through my mind as I approach the security wing. Mr. Kendall is waiting for me outside the debriefing room, a wry smile on his face. Something is wrong. He points in my direction, "That's her. Take her." and a security team is instantly around me. Boy. These guys always move fast. Highly trained soldiers of war. I actually helped work on their genetic Greenprints during my internship with the company.

"Wait, what?" I say, confused. That's all I remember, before blacking out. I'm now awake, but I'm not in the security wing. I'm on my back. There is a soft, squishy material underneath me. It's bright. And there's... something around... my neck? Slowly, I pull myself together and sit up. I'm in a room. The walls are padded and white. There's only me, a bed, a faucet... a toilet. And a camera on the wall. "Where am I?" I ask. The sound of my voice clashes strangely against the quietness of the room. It is extremely quiet in here. In a sort of half panic, I shout, "What's going on here?!" and stand up from the bed.

I stand still in a sort of nervous panic, my mind trying to piece together what happened. I was going to the security debriefing... no, there was a girl in my room... no! There was that kid that asked me the... question... what... what... what happened?! I whip my gaze around the room, searching for anything, any sort of detail... but the room is completely absent of features. Just white padded walls... white padded ceiling... white padded floor... white sink, white shitter... and a blue security camera in the corner, just above the door.

The door. "Hey!" I scream, throwing myself against the door, pounding on it with all my might. "Hey! What's going on here?! Help! Help!"

I need to escape. Only, no sooner than I think that very thought, does a thousand jolts of electricity suddenly flood through my body. I fall to the floor, writhing and jerking back and forth for what seems like an eternity, where I'm subjected to a white hot hell. Every inch of my body is pierced and torn and burned and raked by white hot hooks and daggers and spears and... then suddenly I'm back in the room. I'm hyperventilating. There's a bit of foam on the side of my mouth. No, I'm drooling.

"What..." I barely have the breath to rasp... my chest heaving heavily up and down in ragged gasps, "What... the... fuck!?"

 

[Leafgirl]

As if to answer my very question, the intercom snaps on. "Hello, Bai Lee. Please sit back down on the bed and we will enter the room and debrief you shortly." It's a calm voice. But, there's something strange about it. I can't quite place it, except that it's so calm it makes my skin crawl. It's the kind of voice that the corporate higher ups at my job have. Not the douches like my supervisor. No, I remember Mr. Kendall's nervous, darting eyes. He would never fit in with the tall, placid types that had access the company boardrooms. They were in another world.

"What's going on?! This is a big misunderstanding!" I scream, without thinking. My body is on fire. It hurts. But hold on. I have to calm down. Yes... that's right... calm down... my shouting got their attention. That's good. I just have to explain... "Please! I'm sorry! I didn't do anything!" I say... pulling myself up so that I'm in a sitting position on the floor. My head is still swimming. I'm dizzy.

But at least now I've calmed down. I breathe slowly, drawing in my breath in long, steady, inhales. I wrap my arms around my knees tightly. My body hurts all over... so much, that I don't get up. It should be fine. I just want to stay right where I am, and not move any more. I don't have to get on the bed.

A flood of volts courses through my entire body. I lose control of my senses. My head falls back. My body flops wildly back and forth as I scream, the white hot electricity tearing apart my insides. For another eternity, I'm in hell. A pure, white hot hell, where I'm tortured by countless demons stabbing my insides. It hurts... so much. Please... make it stop... I'll do anything.

The electricity shuts off. I'm left shaking... trembling... foam gurgling out of my mouth and into a puddle of saliva on the foam floor. "oh... god... what... what is...?"

 

[Leafgirl]

As the voice talks, several large men pick me up from off of the floor. They are not gentle. Before I can orient myself, I am tossed onto the bed and the thick cotton of the mattress whumps up against my back. The voice on the intercom asked me not to struggle. After two electric shocks, I don't have to be asked twice. The men grip my wrists with their strong arms. I'm like a cat toy caught in a vice. I feel them wrap thick cords several times around my arms and legs. With quick, efficient work, and soft grunts and motions to each other, they bind my arms and legs to the four posts at the corners of my bed. With one last pull, the cords stretch tight, and I'm now completely immobilized on the mattress.

My heart begins to race. The surface of my neck and body is filled with sweat. So much so that they cling a little bit, damply in places, to the curves and folds of my body. I move the only thing I can, my eyes, towards the man who was talking to me. "There... has to be some mistake." I stammer forth, my body trembling, "I'm a scientist with Etherium corp. Please, I have high level security clearance with them. My work is vital--I... I even received a scholarship and grant to study in the Metro Gate before I was hired by them! I can-can-p-produce, d-documentation..."

My body is shaking. Quivering. I want to even think about what sort of collar they have me in. An electric shock collar? I've never heard of such a thing. Even Etherium corp has always resolved to use genetic manipulation for long term population control... "What is going on?!" I scream, "Why have I been brought here!", and scream some more. The tension overwhelms me. I can feel a warmth between my legs. My bladder has just let itself go.

 

[Leafgirl]

I've just wet the bed, and I am absolutely horrified. Instinctively, I look at the doctor's face. My eyes scan his features, looking for any sort of reaction. But there is none. He doesn't even seem fazed by it all, and simply stares at me with a cold, calm composure. It's the same sort of calmness that those bastards in the boardrooms at Etherium had. Never concerned in the slightest about anything except "operational efficiency", as if they occupied a world apart from us mere mortals.

Another one of the guards comes forward and starts to remove the bedsheets underneath me. A strong, burly man, he has to lean over me to undo each of the ties on the corners of the mattress. I can feel the immenseness of his body over my small frame. He doesn't speak, but grunts softly as he goes about his work. The wild grin on his face makes sure to let me know just how much he's enjoying this... taking his time.

I suck in my breath just a little bit. Involuntarily, I pull against the cords that are tied around my wrists, straining against them.

The doctor starts to talk, "Well, isn't it obvious? You are here because you have comitted some very serious offences! Let me read them out to you..."

Having removed the bedsheets, the man sprays me down with a spritzer bottle, and then wipes me down on the insides of my thighs. He doesn't miss the opportunity, but rubs his fingers on my inner thigh, gently grazing the area around my clitoris, teasing me. His fingers are large. Like sausages. They're rough, and filled of a blazing heat against my flesh. All the while, I can hear the charges being listed against me, spoken in that same calm tone of voice... the voice of someone who doesn't believe the charges in the slightest, and doesn't care, either.

My head swims with feeling. The words of the doctor incite panic in my chest. The touch of the security guard is like ice on fire. Pulling against my bonds, I can do nothing but creak the leather a bit, and so I turn my head away from both the doctor and the man lecherously palming me. My cheeks crimson red, I stare only at the wall.

"So... you mind explaining yourself here? Who are these friends of yours? You do know that hanging out with known terrorists carries some very serious consequences..." the doctor says at last. He pauses, waiting for me to answer. But I doubt he really cares what my words will be. My fate... has already been decided... in his mind.

The very thought of it wants to make me scream. I turn to face him. "Hanging out with terrorists. I helped design the yellow gene bombs that wiped the terrorists out, Asshole. What is this? Inside the company citadel, everyone's under surveillance. Yeah, you have the pictures, but where's the fucking audio that would prove this is all bullshit? Answer me! Grove isn't a damned terrorist, and corporate knows that or else he would've been dead a long time ago. But you boardroom types don't really care, do you? Maybe somebody should teach you fuckers the meaning of real pain!

A hundred thousand volts of pure electricity shoot through my body. They tear through my muscles instantly. My body is consumed by white hot screeching fire and once more I'm suspended eternity... in hell. As the bolts of electricity dance over the surface of my skin, my body tenses up, straining against the cords tying me to the bed. My body jerks back and forth like a strung up doll, my mind completely lost within pain... until finally it stops, and I'm left once more laying back on the bed. My eyes are rolled up. My tongue is hanging out. My forehead and body is beaded over with new sweat. My body... twitches nonstop.

The collar... the collar... realization enters me with absolute horror. I know what the collar is for... I... dare not even think it... but I know what it is for.

"Y-yes... I-I'm sorry... please. Punish... me."

 

[Leafgirl]

It's a mind control device. Brutally efficient and simple. They're going to train me like a dog. My eyes open clear and wide as my entire body tenses up, pulling hard against the corded rope that has tied my arms and legs to the bed posts. I scream. "No!"

Lightning races up and down my spine. My entire body jerks back and forth. The bed rattles back and forth with the vibrations of my flopping body. I can't think about resisting. I can't think about saying no. I can't think about escape. I can't think! I can't think! The electricity doesn't stop. My heart seizes in my chest as the painful electric shocks continue to bite into me without end... all because I keep thinking about it. Thinking about not thinking about it... my mind is like an egg cracked over an open fire, over and over again.

"Aaaaagh!" I keep screaming. I fight to open my eyes. To know where I am. This eternity of hellish, stabbing teeth raking all along my body. The doctor watches me calmly, like every other one of those boardroom types. It's like I don't even exist as a person to him. I feel so... worthless beneath him.

The electricity shuts off, and I fall back onto the bed. What happened? With a horrifying realization, I now realize what is going to happen to me. And if I so much as even think about escape...

Fire consumes me once more. I scream. My body thrashes back and forth, and my bladder lets itself go a million times over. The cords contain my body, writhing and heaving as it is like a doll having a seizure. Throughout it all, the doctor simply sits back and cooly looks on, as though he were waiting for a horse to be broken in. A sinking pit forms in my stomach. Oh god... I feel so small.

The electricity stops. I look around nervously. My eyes fall once more on the doctor, giant and godly before me. Compared to him, I am nothing. I am absolutely worthless. But now, I cling to this thought. I am worthless. The doctor is all powerful. Yes... I cling to this thought... this feeling of utter insignificance in his eyes. I cling to it, and I don't know why. It's because of the electricity. Yes. That's why. But why am I... no. A panic grips me. I dare not think about anything else.

I am worthless. So long as I think about that, the pain will not come.

"N-no... not... at the moment." I say, through weak, ragged gasps. I lay on the bed, completely soaked of sweat and my own urine. My hair is a mess. "Oh god... this is horrible." I squeak, a few tears rolling down the sides of my eyes.

 

[Leafgirl]

I hear the doctor's words. My heart descends deep into the pit of my stomach. A coldness overtakes me. I begin to shiver. Tears well up in my eyes as the enormity of what is about to happen to me starts to truly sink in. I think about Grove... about how we met when I first came to the Metro gate. He had this sweet boyish smile which totally didn't match with his ghetto, tough guy rocker outfit. That was the night I learned about hex metal. I had gotten into my first fight, too.

These memories flood me with a little bit of warmth. I manage a teary eyed smile, knowing that, someday, I won't even remember him. The warmth fades, however, and only the sick realization of what is to come remains. And then, out of the corner of my eye I notice movement. One of the guards, re-entering the room upon the doctor's command, walks slowly up to the side of my bed. In his hands dangles a 5-inch vibrating dildo, and a 2.5 inch chrome butt plug, as well as a VR Headset, similar to the ones they used in the Metro historical achives classes.

In a panic, I immediately start squirming, but the ropes that bind me hold me tightly in place with a solid creaking. "N-no! P-please!" I start to say, but a hundred thousand volts of electricity strangle the words in my mouth. My body shakes violently back and forth. My eyes roll up to the back of my head. For another eternity I'm screaming as loud as I can. The sound only comes out as constricted gurgling sound in the real world, though.

The electricity shuts off. I look around in panic. I try to focus on anything around me, the doctor, the security guard... the dildo and the butt plug. Anything to keep the pain from coming back. The security guard laughs and launches himself into the air. He lands on top of the bed with the force of a bomb penetrating deep into the ground. The bed groans underneath his weight. My tiny frame is overwhelmed by the crushing pressure of his heavy body.

These guards use modified nordic stock for their gene sequences. They are big, burly men, and I am a tiny chinese girl. I would have to wear stripper heels just to be able to give them a blowjob standing up. The crushing pressure of this man digs into me, and I can barely breathe. I can feel his hand run down the side of my body, starting from my neck... through the center of my breasts... onto the side of my chest and waist... my hips... my thighs... dildo, and butt plug in hand.

He rests the tip of the rubber cock against my vulva. I can hear him speak. "Does the size of this penis scare you, little chink? Don't you worry, girl. The sizes of everyone in the upper classes are much larger. Larger than even mine, little bitch. But we'll work your way up, eh?" he laughs, and after applying some thick lubricating solution to the rubber cock, pushes the tip past my labial folds and into my vagina. I immediately gasp and squeal, and bite my lip. The ropes pinning me down allow me to do nothing but feel every sensation, every vein and contour of the penis as it moves deeper inside me.

I let out a high pitched, low, squealing sort of sound. Shortly after, I'm hyperventilating, breathing hard to take the size. My face is cherry red. "Oh... my god... it hurts..."

"Hah. Very funny. You don't even have your hymen. We're almost there, girl." The guard laughs, relishing my reaction to the size of the cock inside of me. He himself lays on top of me, and isn't shy about rubbing the massive boner in his pants across my abdomen as he finally pushes the cock in all the way to the base. I can see him turn to the doctor. "You've got a good one here, doc." I hear him say. The guard then turns back to me. "But we're not done, bitch."

Moments later, after lubing up the butt plug, I can feel it's tip pushing up against the entrance of my anus. I squeak, "This is my fucking ass... I've... I've never... had anything in my ass! What... is... wrong with you!" I say, my lips quivering.

The guard simply laughs some more. "This is advanced sex. The lower classes don't know about this." With an evil grin, the guard gives the butt plug one last push, and I have all the wind sucked out of me as this large bulbous plug enters inside my butt, filling me up so much that I think I'm going to explode.

"Oh.... uh... oh, oh, god..." is all I manage to get out before the guard straps the VR Helmet into place, chuckling softly.