Somewhere behind Janet and Bill, a door opened and closed.
A moment later, sounds could be heard approaching them. High heels clicking on the concrete floor. Multiple wheels rolling.
And, most oddly, the tinkling of bells.
The sounds came closer and closer. Then, three figures emerged between the restrained couple and moved between them and the television monitors.
One was a woman clad in an off-white business suit. Her top had a V neckline that plunged just enough to show the top of her cleavage. It was saucy without quite being scandalous enough to ban it from the board room. She wore a trim jacket over her top. It was silky with tailored cuffs enclosing her dainty wrists. Her tight skirt accentuated her hips and ended just above her knees. Her legs were long, well-shaped, and clad in dark stockings. The black 6-inch heels and stockings were the only part of her ensemble that wasn't white.
Her hair was dark as night. It cascaded across the shoulders of her white jacket in a chaotic pattern as if to offset the prim neatness of her dress.
She wasn't quite as young as Janet, perhaps in her late thirties or early forties. She was making the transition from an ingenue to a handsome older woman and making it look like a goal worth achieving.
Her left hand held two leashes. One led back to a young red-haired man and the other to a blond woman of similar age. Like Janet and Bill, they were naked and muted with the same kinds of gags. However, there were a few differences. Each leash was attached to a chrome-plated metallic band encircling their necks. The bands were about an inch in width and half-an-inch thick. Oddly, there was no seam anywhere to indicate how to open the collars. They might as well have been welded on, though it was difficult to imagine how to do that without harming the wearer.
Each collar had rings attached hinges on the front and back, plus additional rings on each side. The end of each leash was attached to a front ring. The back rings had similar lines leading back to a four-wheeled cart. As the couple walked, they pulled the cart behind them.
Their wrists and ankles had similar bands of the same strange metal enclosed around them. These bands also had several rings around their circumference just like the neck band. The rings on their wrist side of their bands were somehow attached to the ring on the back of the neck band. This forced each one of them to interlace their fingers behind their necks.
Instinctively, the bound couple looked to each of their counterparts. Bill noted that the man had nicely trimmed red hair on his head, but no hair below his neck. This included the man's cleanly shaven cock and balls. His 6-inch cock swung to and fro as the man walked. A bell shaped like a Christmas bell hung down from a string tied to the end of his cock. The bell chimed in time with his cadence.
The man's body was beautifully muscled. He reminded Bill of a Greek statue in with the tendons seeming to strain to break out from the stone.
Bill was horrified to sense his own cock harden even more.
Janet saw that the blond woman had arm muscles a bit more built than average, but that her legs were those of a gymnast or professional diver. Janet would die to have legs that gorgeous.
Then she saw with a start something sticking out of the woman's anus. From the top of those gorgeous legs down to the floor, there was a golden ponytail. It flowed down from a plug sticking into the woman's ass.
Looking over to the male slave, Janet saw that he had an identical butt plug. The shock made Janet forget her instructions to remain silent. She yelped into her gag. Fortunately for her, Jonathan either didn't hear her or chose not to notice.
The woman led the couple in a circle until they turned around to face Janet and Bill.
Janet got another shock when she saw the sources of the ringing. One, of course, was the bell hanging from the man's penis. But the other sounds came from the naked woman's breasts. Each nipple was pierced with a thick gold ring. Hanging from each ring was a bell identical to the one adorning the man's cock. Her breasts, at least two sizes larger than Janet's, jiggled as she walked. This caused the bells to swing around in a chaotic fashion while emitting ringing sounds.
Janet couldn't believe how much the bells bouncing around the woman's breasts ratcheted up her own arousal. She started to feel dizzy.
The woman in the business suit snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. The naked couple immediately knelt on the floor, heedless of the hard concrete. They each spread their knees far, far apart. They looked straight ahead. Their eyes were empty and emotionless.
The business-suited woman went up to Jonathan, greeting him with a nod.
"You just had to start by yourself, Jonathan? When will I get to join in on the fun?"
Jonathan smiled. "I like to take it a bit more easy on new recruits than you do, Alison. You have a tendency to terrorize them to the point that it takes days to unravel them."
"Ha!" Alison scoffed. "Like they are feeling calm and at ease now. That one is about to faint if you don't let the pressure off."
"Oh," Jonathan replied. "I forgot I upped her restraint level."
Jonathan took out his remote and pushed a button. Janet felt the restraints ease up a little such that she could breathe slightly easier. It was just a matter of degree as she was still tightly bound.
Jonathan continued. "I need to get them down from there before too long, so we should move on to the next challenge."
"Mind if I take a look first?"
Jonathan gestured toward the bound couple. "Be my guest."
Alison nodded back, then walked over to Bill. She poked and prodded Bill in much the same manner as Jonathan had. Yet, it was different somehow. Jonathan's inspection had seemed almost businesslike and professional.
In contrast, Alison made a show of caressing and teasing Bill. She grasped his cock firmly with one hand and played with one of his nipples with the other. He moaned and tried to turn away. That just encouraged Alison to hold his cock tighter until he winced with pain.
Janet could see what was happening in the monitor. She shook with fury in her restraints.
Alison finally released Bill and turned her attention to Janet. She walked over to Janet with the grace of a jungle cat.
Alison smiled, then used her left index finger to gently rub Janet's clit. Janet gasped in surprise. She tried to turn away, but the bonds were still too tight to afford very much movement. Alison easily kept her finger in place. She slipped behind Janet and reached around with her right hand to grasp Janet's right nipple between her index finger and thumb.
"Like it, don't you cunt?" Alison whispered in Janet's ear. Alison tweaked one nipple, then the other. Her other hand kept teasing Janet's clit.
Janet tried to disconnect her attention from what was happening, anything to deny what her body was forcing her to do. This only made things worse. Janet could feel an orgasm building inside her crotch.
Just in time, Alison removed her finger from Janet's clit. But then she transferred that hand to Janet's left nipple while caressing the right nipple as well. Janet was able to keep from cumming, but just barely.
"I know what you're thinking, little girl," Alison whispered in her right ear. "How can she do this to me? She's a woman. How can she abuse another woman like this?"
In fact, Janet was wondering exactly that.
"Oh, my little slave," Alison breathed. "You haven't met a woman like me before. I have none of the simplistic romantic notions about life that you do. I'm not a simple simpering woman wasting my life ooing and ahhing over a mindless stud. No one is going to turn me into a wanton slut like you, waiting for a man to make you feel like a worthwhile human being."
Janet quaked with fear.
Alison switched over to Janet's left ear and continued to whisper.
"I know you think you should be afraid of Jonathan. Believe me, he's the least of your worries.
"The person you should be afraid of is me."
Janet shook her head, "No!" Alison chuckled.
"Alison?" Jonathan asked, a hint of irritation in his tone.
"Yes, Jonathan, I'm done here." Alison replied with a smile. She released Janet then walked behind the naked slaves still in their lurid poses.
Jonathan sighed, then continued speaking to his captives.
"Despite anything Alison may have just implied to you, we are not barbarians. Your lives are not in danger, nor are we going to inflict any harm that causes permanent damage to your bodies. On the contrary, we are going to improve your physical fitness to the point that you are both skilled athletes. And, we are going to instill...other skills."
Jonathan walked over to the prostrate couple and said, "Inspection."
The couple each stood up, their movements graceful as dancers despite their hands still being clasped to the back of their collars. They each took up a wide stance with their legs spaced far apart. They looked straight ahead, a blank expression on their faces.
"Erection," Jonathan ordered.
