Revenge

"Maid! Where is your ugly ass! Get over here!"

The maid stopped dusting, placing the feather duster on the cart as it tried to rapidly go to Mistress. The sixteen-inch chain stretching from ankle to ankle, attached to the six-inch heels locked onto maid's feet, made strides difficult. Still, maid was used to it enough to walk rapidly to find Mistress. As soon as it did, maid lowered eyes, dipped into a deep curtsey of respect, the see-through maid outfit held out a bit even though it was barely long enough to cover maid's ass. Maid had the required position down pat, even if it had to maintain the position until Mistress issued orders. Only then could maid do a quick curtsey, before obeying the command.

Terri jogged along the trail, enjoying the scenery as always. Jogging outdoors was her way to unstress, her way to unwind from lab work, her life in general. Like her fiancé, the man who claimed to love her, yet according to what Terri discovered, had a girl on the side.

At twenty-seven, Terri had a job she loved, was already gaining a solid reputation in her chosen field, made good money, more than she anticipated when she got out of school. She also had a man who made her laugh, read her emotions well, and was a success in his own field, selling real estate. Her world was happy.

Then he started having appointments not in his appointment book, appointments that meant a lot of time away from Terri. As it progressed, Terri got concerned, more so when she often smelled the same perfume in his car. She didn't use perfume, not even fragrant soap, because of her lab work. Putting an apple tracker on the car, Terri found his latest appointment to show a house meant being parked in front of a hotel for two hours.

He left the hotel, arms around a redhaired woman with a snake tattoo on her left hand. Terri watched as Dan made a public fool of himself as he almost trotted to keep up with the woman's stride. Terri knew she needed to toss Dan out, end the relationship.

Her mind was on that up until she felt the pinch in her stomach. Looking down, she saw a feathered dart sticking out of her stomach as she slowed down, yanking it out before looking around. She didn't finish looking when she collapsed to the ground.

Terri woke up inside a metal box. She was naked, not even a hair clip left in place as she quickly established the metal box wasn't going to be busted down on brute strength. A grill was at the top of one end, the only source of light as she went to all fours to look outside the box. All she saw was light coming from a screen where colored swirls moved around the screen before an image of a garden appeared. The garden faded, the swirls came back, an image of a bird in flight appearing before the swirls returned. A soft voice was heard, repeating the same words.

Calm, happiness, peace, serenity.

It was the only thing said as Terri strained to hear only those words when an image appeared. Usually Terri did find those words when in a garden or watching nature soaring. Just not while in a steel box which seemed to be inside a steel walled room.

A door opened and closed, footsteps coming closer to the box. Terri looked out the grill as someone undid a lock, the end of the box opening. She remained on all fours, looking out to determine how best to fight whoever was behind this attack.

A robotic voiced for her to crawl out of her room. Terri remained where she was, wondering how long a stalemate would last. It lasted as long as it took for some jolt to her ass, making her jerk forward where a hand grabbed her hair, yanking her forward until she was out of the box. Terri swung a hand at the one in her hair, but her body jolted to the point she fell to the floor.

"Get up and back into position." The robotic voice calmly commanded.

"Where the hell am I?"

Terri's screech at the pain was the only reply as she was calmly informed only retaining position would stop the pain. As much as she tried to move, tried to lash out, the pain only remained, getting more intense the more she tried to get ahold of someone or something to fight back on. It ended when she passed out.

Terri woke, her body sore as she found herself back in the box.

Well, that got me a whole lot of nothing.

Terri looked out the grill, her stomach growling in hunger so she knew she had been here for some time. The screen had the swirls, the images this time showing furnished rooms from the perspective of a pet, at least it seemed that way as the images bobbled a bit. The soft voice was still there, offering calm, happiness, serenity, peace. Terri didn't see much of those as images of the room appeared from the floor's point of view.

The door opened and closed again, the cage door opening again. Terri was told to crawl out, her sore body doing so, Terri figuring cooperating might get her further than her first round which gave her no clue of what was going on.

Three figures stood around her, all wearing black loose ankle length cloaks, leather boots, leather gloves, and what might be black fencing masks under the hood. All held cattle prods, Terri realizing how they jolted her so much. Yeah, the wrong voltage would definitely zap her unconscious.

"Crawl to the hoop." The robotic voice commanded, Terri looking around to see a plastic hoop on the floor. Two of the figures moved the prods towards her, Terri crawling to the hoop, aware she was naked and crawling for others who were dressed so as to avoid determining a gender as they all seemed to be the same height and size.

Inside the hoop, the voice told her to stand, feet spread to the edge of the hoop, her arms behind her. She was informed, unless told otherwise, within this room, she was only allowed to stand when inside the hoop, outside the hoop she was to remain on hands and knees.

"Why? What's the purpose?"

She fell to the floor in pain, recovering with several deep breaths.

"Rule one, you do not talk unless answering a question. The answer will be concise and honest. You will be silent at all other times. When standing, if asked a question, you answer in a clear and respectful manner. When on all fours, you answer with a clear and respectful arf."

Arf? What the hell?

Told to stand in position, Terri shook her head as she got up to spread her legs to place her feet to the inside rim of the three-foot diameter plastic hoop. She placed her arms behind her back, willing to see what occurred. So far, her trying to fight back was a loss each time. And to her senses, the more she lost, the more delay in discovering why she was there or where there was.

Her eyes were on the screen where the swirls were going randomly around the screen, Terri watching as she realized the random was planned, a pattern for the viewer to watch. Images of rooms kept appearing from a pet's level, twice garden images appeared. The only sounds being the soft voice repeating the calm, happiness, serenity, peace mantra.

Terri didn't feel any of those emotions at the moment as one of the figures pulled her hair upwards, a second figure approaching to snap a collar around her neck. Terri reacted on instinct, punching the figure who was in range while kicking back at the figure hold her hair. Terri had no idea if she connected as she lay on the floor, breathing deeply as her body hurt like hell. It was a full minute of the three figures not moving near her, the soft voice still speaking the mantra, Terri yelling at the screen to shut up before her body seemed to burst into flame.

Terri shook as her body recovered, not at all sure how these three did this to her. But she did acknowledge to herself, her fighting back wasn't helping her any.

Terri blinked, finding herself back inside the box. This time she was wearing a collar locked around her neck, the collar loose enough for her to swallow but not enough for her to remove. The collar was a mesh metal with four D rings which refused to be yanked out.

Terri was in the box, on all fours, watching through the grid at the screen for lack of anything else to do. Her body was sore, but her mind was active, even as the swirls and images appeared in random order. She knew it wasn't random, but when she heard the door open, she still had not figured out the pattern.

When the box door was opened, she waited until told to leave, one of the figures stopping her to clip a leash on a D ring, pulling gently for her to continue to crawl out of the box. She was led around the room, her knees getting sore trying to keep up with the figure leading her on the leash. They had boots, she had nothing to cushion between her knees and the hard floor. All she heard was the soft voice as the screen continued to change, at least to her guess since the light in the room changed a bit each time, and she didn't look up, more concerned of the cattle prods not far from her.

The robotic voice came from whatever source it had, the voice seeming coming from all directions.

"Good, you can learn. Do not let the leash get tight, nor do you allow to be distracted. It will upset the Superior leading you and as an inferior, you will not like a Superior thinking you intentionally upset them."

Superior? Inferior? Someone was nuts and she was sure it wasn't her. At least, not yet.

They finally stopped near a dog dish on the floor, an eight-inch dildo upright next to it. Terri had seen it as she was led around the room but knew trying to grab a bite of food without permission would mean being back in the box when she woke up.

Terri looked at what seemed to be hash in the dog dish as she felt a prod rest against a naked butt cheek. She remained motionless, until the figure with the leash started moving off, Terri quickly crawling alongside. After two more trips of crawling around the room, her knees feeling like she broke something, they stopped again.

"You will be allowed to eat. You will do so with respect for the Superior who allows you this privilege. No mess, no using anyway to eat except your mouth, like the pet you desire to be for a Superior. Once you have permission to eat, do so quietly and quickly. If done well, you will be allowed to suck the cock."

Terri thought the person with the robotic voice was a nut case, but she didn't voice that opinion. Eating sounded like a great idea, no matter how stupid the conditions set forth. She was given approval to eat, Terri crawling forward a foot to lower her head, grateful the meal was easy to eat and not some mush soup or spaghetti which she never figured out how to eat without a mess.

Done, the bowl almost spotless, she was approved to suck the cock, using fingers to hold it steady as she sucked at the tip. She didn't have much experience but the water she received was appreciated, as she sucked it dry.

Then she was led around the room, before led to the hoop where she stood up, the figure still holding onto the end of the leash. Terri was left to stare at the screen, as new images appeared, different pairs of women's shoes from heels to sandals, to wedges, to boots. A figure came over with a stick, a sponge at the end, using the sponge to put some sort of gel on her knees. Terri didn't look, knowing the other two were staring at her, waiting for an error.

Allowed to walk to the box, the leash was removed, and when told to go to her room, she went to all fours to crawl inside the box, the door locking behind her. Then she was left alone. She turned to have her knees near the grid, the screen giving enough light for her to see some blood streaks where the skin was abused. At least she had a meal.

Terri had no concept of time, not concept of change other than the screen and the soft voice which now added obedience and desire to serve as part of the mantra, the images now more graphic as there were images of the camera getting closer to a woman in high heels, stockings covering the legs, a black dress in sight but nothing more of the woman showed as the camera came to the shoes, the swirls taking over as the mantra came to her, then images of a woman licking the shoes, seemingly happy to have this privilege. Terri wondered if that was her next assignment, learning how to do such a stupid act.

Time passed, four more visits of the three figures, all about the same. Terri was referred to as inferior, the others as Superior. Terri didn't much care, she was allowed to eat and drink before being led to an aluminum roasting pan with an inch of kitty litter in it. She learned quickly to squat over it, wait for permission, piss when told, stop when told. As to taking a crap, she learned she couldn't stop when a turd came out. It usually meant punishment, but she almost dared any of them to prove they could do it the way they insisted.

The routine changed when they came in, doing something as Terri watched the screen, waiting for them to either get her out of the box or leave. By now, the mantra was changed to obedience, desire to serve, respectful of Superior, rather than the calm and happiness mantra.

The images between swirls were also changed as the woman licked different shoes, the camera taking time to see the tongue stroking the soles, dirt licked away as the woman's face seemed happy to see clean soles for her efforts.

Released from the box, Terri crawled to a frame set up. She was stood up, ankles secured, legs spread to the frame, her wrists secured to the frame, so she was spread eagled, facing the screen. A rod with a sponge came out, a gel rubbed at different parts of her body, a figure moving to press round disks onto the gel, the disks sticking to her skin.

Stretched out, her face aimed to the screen, the scenes got more graphic, the camera following a woman crawling at the end of a leash, a woman in heels, stockings, and dress walking along a path as the crawling woman moved to keep up, the face happy at this action. The woman in the dress was never seen from the waist up but seemed to play with the woman on the leash, getting released to play fetch in a park setting.

While watching, Terri was told to read the words on the screen to the room.

"An inferior loves pleasing a Superior".

"An inferior loves obeying a Superior."

Terri read them out, losing count of the different number of lines appearing while the images all went to some sort of a woman thriving as a slave to the woman standing. Obviously, the naked woman wearing a collar who fetched a stick was the inferior while the woman dressed and throwing the stick was the Superior.

The more she read, the more Terri's body warmed. At first hardly noticeable as she concentrated on the screen, but now she couldn't ignore the signs.

Watching the woman fetch, kiss shoes, and look at the Superior with adoring looks, meant Terri was getting aroused. Each scene of the inferior trying to please a Superior had waves of pleasure going through Terri's body. Her nipples were stiff, her pussy was leaking, her pussy lips were plump, her breathing heavy.

Just when the inferior was eagerly trying to drink down the piss aimed at her, Terri just wanted to go over the edge, breaking silence by begging to cum for them, begging to cum for the Superiors. Then her body receded, her horniness still there but not as intense. She was repeatedly aroused to the edge and denied enough to go over, the scenes of the inferior more graphic as she performed for a room full of dressed women, the inferior's face full of glee as she humiliated itself for their amusement.

The more the scene showed the inferior willingly being humiliated, the more aroused Terri became, mere scenes of the inferior simply mopping a floor meaning the intensity receded, leaving Terri begging to be the inferior the Superiors wanted, to do as told, anything to go over the edge.

By the time they put a chastity belt on her and released her, Terri was exhausted but willing to do as she begged to do. They slipped her arms into a bondage sheath behind her back, had her crawl on her knees to her box room and enter. The door was locked, Terri trying to masturbate without success when she finally fell asleep.

The process repeated itself a number of times, each time Terri was told to go to its room, the arousal seemed to be higher than the pervious time, to the point Terri only wanted to be the inferior, obeying the Superior, desiring to learn to please a Superior.

She was still in that mode when the figures returned, this time Terri seeing a woman with red hair and a snake tattoo on her left hand. She was wearing a nice dress, stockings, and heels. It stirred a memory but forgotten when told to greet its Superior.

Crawling on the hard floor on its knees, the inferior arrived at the Superior, leaning over to kiss the tips of the shoes before kneeling up, eyes down, waiting for a command to obey.

"I need to fart. Make sure my ass is clean."

The inferior crawled on it knees to go behind the Superior who raised the dress to show a naked ass to the inferior. Remembering scenes from the wall, the inferior leaned in as the Superior let loose with a series of farts, the inferior inhaling each of them as they left the ass. Then it tenderly licked the hole, in respect of the offerings from the Superior. Then the bondage sheath was removed allowing Terri to crawl.

For the first time since arrival, Terri was led outside where the Superior led her on a leash to a familiar car. Terri crawled into the back, curled on the floor while the Superior went around to start the car. That it was Terri's car didn't register, that the woman was the one who stole Terri's fiancé didn't register. She remained still on the floor as the redhead Superior turned up the radio, singing with the songs.

Only the hope to serve the Superior, to be the most obedient inferior the Superior could desire. That was all that remained as the door opened, the leash yanked on.

"Get your bitch ass out of there, inferior slut. Hurry up."

It was hard to back out of the floor of the back seat, the Superior now whacking the inferior's ass, legs, and back as it tried backing out, the Superior's legs in the way. When the Superior moved, Terri was out, the door slamming, just missing Terri's face.

"Listen, you fucking whore inferior. It keeps giving this sexy Superior a hard time, and it will be sorry it did so. You fucking understand, you stupid fuck?"

Terri was on all fours, so she let out a sharp 'arf' to show understanding. The redhead laughed, yanking on the leash, leading Terri into Terri's house. For a brief moment, she wondered if her fiancé, Dan, ever looked for her since this Superior was moved into Terri's house. Then the mind went to how to obey this Superior.

Knowing the layout of the kitchen, it was easy to get a wine glass and pour from the open bottle. Setting it on a silver tray, inferior came in the room to kneel beside where the Superior sat on Terri's recliner, watching a movie on her phone.

Inferior felt the arousal as it performed the task, waiting for the Superior to take the wine or at least tell inferior to set the glass on a coaster nearby. The Superior finally took the glass, took a sip, and set the glass on a coaster, ignoring the inferior.

"Danni will be so happy to see your ugly fucking face. It means you can do most of the maid's work for it. Won't that make you happy, you fucked up slut inferior?"

"Arf."

Terri had idea who Danni was or why maid's work was part of it, but it was crucial to obey the Superior.

Being an inferior, serving a Superior, that was a life worth living.

A door opened and closed, two men arriving behind inferior, Superior leaping up, demanding to know who they were. The men removed pistols, each shooting a dart into the two women.

Superior staggered before falling into the arms of one of the men. Inferior blinked at the man reaching for her.

Great, here we go again.

was her last conscious thought.