Author's note: This is a continuation of the prequel story of Erika's entrance to the club as a fulltime slave.
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Erika turned around and took inventory of her surroundings. The cot was padlocked to the wall so she could not fold it down. Nothing new there. A dildo was bolted to the wall below the cot. She wondered if that was her water source. A ring in the wall where the head of the unfolded cot would be was the only other feature of the cell. She estimated that when the cot was folded down, it would take up the entire cell, aside from the toilet. The wall opposite her cell was a blank white wall. She couldn't see anything in either direction down the hall aside from that wall. She tried fitting her head through the bars but couldn't.
She turned her attention to the only object in the cell, the dildo. It didn't have a hole at the end like the drinkers she had used at the club, but there were two contacts on it, so it must serve some purpose. She wondered if she could use it to finish what the doctor had cruelly started, but knew she had no privacy. The wall of bars and the camera in the corner ensured that. She decided to see how it lined up with her anatomy in case she got desperate.
On her knees, it lined up perfectly for a blowjob. She stood up and turned around. Flat footed, it was too high. If she stood on her tiptoes she could just barely reach it with her pussy.
Next, she went to the toilet. It had no seat, but was low enough that she could squat over it. It had been hours, so she went ahead and emptied her bladder into it. She gasped and braced herself on the bars when a blast of cold water hit her pussy. It flushed automatically when she stood back up.
Now out of things to look at, she took a seat on her knees and waited. She had no idea how much time had passed before the receptionist appeared with a clear plastic bag. She threw it in the cell.
"Put those on." She said and disappeared back down the hall.
Erika looked at the cellophane bag. It contained a pair of the club's standard issue mules. She slipped them on and locked them to her ankle cuffs before returning to her position to wait again.
A short time later, she heard jingling as the doctor approached with a handful of keys and a thin cane. He stopped outside her cell and motioned for her to stand. She complied and instinctively stood against the back wall. The doctor had no problem reaching her through the bars and pulling her forward by her collar. He took the chain beside the door and locked it to her collar before swiping his card. With Erika now tethered, he swung the door open and roughly pulled her into the hall. The chain only allowed her to take about two steps into the hall before going taut.
He locked her hands to a ring high on the outside of the cell. He then gave her 20 strokes with the cane. Erika cried louder with each stroke.
When he finished, the doctor stepped into the cell and unlocked the cot from the wall. As Erika predicted, it unfolded to the entire width of the cell, coming to rest on some tabs welded to the bars.
"Bedtime." He said as he exited the cell and unlocked her hands.
He guided her back in and she had to straddle the toilet to fit as he closed the door. After he unlocked the chain, she was able to crawl onto the cot.
"Lie on your back, hands above your head." He ordered.
Erika rolled onto her back and put her hands up. The doctor reached through the bars and locked her wrist cuffs to the ring in the wall.
"Sleep tight." He said as he pulled her arm a couple times to test the restraint. Erika wondered if that was meant to be a joke.
Again, Erika was left alone. She had no idea what time it was, but she tried her best to fall asleep. The lights never went off, which made it difficult.
"Rise and shine!"
A hand slapped Erika's tit through the bars. She slowly opened her eyes to see the doctor looking at her through the bars. He was wearing different clothes under his white coat, so she presumed it was morning.
He reached in and unlocked her wrists. She sat up and stretched.
"Don't waste my time, get moving." He said, annoyed at her speed.
She scrambled off the cot and straddled the toilet.
"Go ahead and go if you need to."
With the doctor watching, Erika squatted and relieved herself in the toilet. As she went, the doctor reached in and connected the chain to her collar. She yelped again when the cold water hit her. The doctor chuckled.
This time, he didn't attach her hands to the ring as she waited in the hall for him to lock the cot away, but instead he locked them together in front of her before pushing her back in the cell. He unlocked her collar from the chain and disappeared down the hallway.
Again, Erika was left to pass the time in her plain surroundings. She experimented with pressing her face through the bars from different locations in her cell to see if she could see anything either way down the hall. The best she could do was seeing the side of another door at the end of the hallway. It seemed as though the whole place had been designed to deprive her of stimulus.
Down the hall she could hear voices, laughter, a microwave beeped. She smelled coffee. Oh, how she wanted some coffee.
The redhead, dressed in a pantsuit today with a ponytail arrived in front of her cell. Erika sat at attention as she passed a plastic bowl through the bars and then filled it from a glass bottle. It was the standard slime she was used to eating at the club. She gave it a taste. Bitter and salty. "Still getting the dog food flavor." She thought. She shivered at the taste as she choked it down, fighting back the urge to vomit.
When she finished, she put the bowl outside her cell and waited. After a while, the receptionist returned to get the bowl.
"Excuse me, Madame?" She asked.
"What is it?" The redhead replied in an annoyed tone.
"May I please have something to drink?" She asked, hoping she would be offered options.
Instead, the redhead huffed and stomped back down the hallway. A few minutes later she returned with a small styrofoam cup of water. The grateful slave took it in her cuffed hands and gulped it down. The redhead took the empty cup from Erika and stormed back down the hall.
Erika paced the cell for what seemed like an eternity, trying to listen in on the muffled conversations she could barely hear around her. She wondered what Cliff was up to.
One voice started getting louder.
"...arrived last night." The doctor stopped outside her cell. "Here she is."