Abbot and Marlin walked the space between cages, looking at each slave as they passed. They found it a little creepy that all pairs of eyes followed them, hinging on their words for a command. It wasn't often that Chase was away from his Dungeon for an extended period of time, but the two guards had guarded the slaves in his absence.
They did, however, have precise instructions for the care of the slaves. Where they were to be taken, how long they were required to serve, how long a shower could be granted were all noted in a book that they had to fill out what they accomplished until his return.
"Ok, It says Princess and Pointless to the boxes in the club. You two slaves, come here." Abbot spoke and saw the named slaves come before him and sink to their knees, heads down. "Yea, ok. Whore and Cocksucker to the elevator, he says Present Position. Go." Two other slaves stood and moved in the opposite direction. Once they were there they stood up straight and put their hands behind their head. Abbot turned to Marlin. "Take those up the the fifth floor? Male punishment, female fucking machine?"
"Got it." Marlin moved to the elevator and stepped into the car but the slaves remained on the floor. "What are you doing?"
"Sir," Whore spoke up. "There are no slaves allowed in the elevator without a leash."
"Crap." Marlin said as he looked around the Dungeon. "I don't know where they are."
"Would Sir like me to go get them?" Whore questioned. Marlin nodded and Whore turned and walked to a cabinet, retrieved two leashes and returned to the man, putting her hands back behind her head. She lifted her head allowing him access to her collar.
"Thank you." Marlin told the slave as he fastened the clasp into the D bolt on her collar. Whore looked down at the floor. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, sir." Whore answered. Marlin could see she was visibly upset but would not speak her mind.
"Sir?" came Cocksucker's voice. He was speaking softly, but trying to help the temporary Sir out of the situation.
"What?" Marlin turned to the new speaker. The male slaves didn't bother the bouncers much, especially not as much as they bothered Elliot.
"May I speak freely, Sir?" Cocksucker questioned.
"If I am doing something wrong, I need to know." Marlin told him. "I am going to be here for a number of days and if I cause stress to the slaves, I might lose my job."
"Sir," Cocksucker took a step toward Marlin, lowering his voice to limit how much Whore might overhear. "Do not thank a slave. You demanded leashes and she retrieved them. That is what we are supposed to do. Whore is an older slave than I am. It bothers her when she is not treated like the slave she is to Master."
"Oh." Marlin spoke, thinking about what the slave had told him. "What should I have done?"
Cocksucker took the step back and whispered to Whore in quieter tones before coming back to Marlin. "Tell her she was slow and smack her, your choice where."
Marlin took a step toward Whore. His hand came back and smacked her left breast followed by her right. "Took you long enough slave."
"I'm sorry, Sir." Whore kept her gaze down, but Marlin could see the change in her behavior. Cocksucker was right, that was better.
Marlin tugged the leashes to propel the pair into the elevator where they immediately knelt. As the elevator moved the bouncer noticed that neither of them looked up from the floor and kept their hands behind their back still.
When the elevator stopped and the doors opened neither of the slaves rose until he moved, then they were just behind him. As he moved through many things Marlin didn't understand to where he had picked up slaves before, they followed silently. Stopping at the two machines within sight of each other the slaves moved to the machine they had been assigned. Cocksucker lay on the table, his arms and legs spread prepared to be strapped in. Whore slid onto the table, putting the electrodes on her nipples and cunt before setting herself in position to be speared by the two machines.
