At the end of the night the two cheaper slaves had been rented out fourteen times, and Precious nine. Chase calculated his profit, and what he might do to reward his well behaved slaves. None of the renters had been given the slave's words, and he had not heard of any of them disobeying any who rented them.
The crowd filed out, three slaves kneeling at his side. All of them were bruised and either filled or covered in juices. When the doors were locked, the quartet returned to their home. Once at the bottom of the stairs Chase paused and unleashed the slaves.
"Clean up and return to your cells in twenty minutes." Chase commanded and all three moved with a quick pace. Twenty minutes was just enough time to get clean, use the toilet and return to their cells.
Chase went into his bedroom and to his work area within, tapping the keys of his computer. He was almost finished with the new radios, at least to start a prototype. Just a few more supplies should complete his testing.
Twenty minutes later he checked the cameras to see if his slaves had met their timeline, but saw that Precious was missing from her cell. Concerned he turned and found her waiting, kneeling down, at the door to his bedroom.
"Why are you here, slave?" he questioned. She looked up at him.
"Master told me this was my place. I did not enter until Master told me to."
"Go to your mat, slave. You will come back out during our next endurance test."
"Yes, Master." she nodded and moved into the room, going to the mat on the floor next to his bed.
Seeing his slaves where they should be, it was time to retrieve his punished slave on the fifth floor. Taking some severe restraints with him, he went up in the elevator.
The sound he heard as he entered the floor were whimpers followed by cracks followed by a scream. He shut the box off on the outside and waited. The whimpers continued, scared where the next pain would come from.
Opening the box he saw Princess trembling, eyes closed and trying to make herself as small as she could. It took a moment for her to realize that her punishment had stopped and her Master was standing before her. Finally seeing her surroundings had her throwing herself to the floor in front of Chase, her hands coming to his shoes to show her submission.
"Hello, Princess." Chase spoke to the slave groveling before him. "Not quite what the pain whore expected? Perhaps you will try harder in my endurance skills?"
Princess nodded, not trusting her voice to not break and dissolve into sobs that would activate her collar. He reached down and grabbed her collar, yanking her to her feet. Once there she hurriedly put her hands on her head.
Clipping a leash to her, Chase turned and walked away knowing that she would either follow or get dragged behind him. Once in the small box she knelt, still hugging herself from where she had been shocked. Chase put a hand down, resting it on her head to provide some comfort.
When they got to the dungeon, Chase took Princess back to her cell, pushing her into the space. She moved to the center and knelt down before him.
He would give them rest before another session started. It was good practice, and her enjoyed devising new punishments for the ones who fail. Retreating to his bedroom and workshop he fiddled with the radio, ready for a test.
"Marlin?" he spoke into the two-way radio. There was a pause, a burst of static.
"Yes, sir?"
