Originally this was going to be a few comic pages, but it was going to take too long.
Still got to experiment a bit with panel cuts.
(Edited 4/6/2021, someone pointed out I forgot the gloves on the hand cutout)
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De-Programmed
Part 2
Part 2
\tIf only time could move faster, to her rescue, to her freedom; yet she was unfortunately relegated to the very slow and immediate torment of the passage of torment. An aspect of time that, even when her body was pleased with the outcome of current events, she consciously was not. This dragged every moment from but one second to an hour, and every minute to a day. To escape the torment she was left with surrender; or to hold the territory of her mind against such an assault till eventually she was reinforced by some possible path to rescue or at least the hint of it.
\tFor now however… torment remained, could she sustain her psyche through it? Should she? This mattered not to her. She was going to be the FUCKING regionanal manager. Despite the rather intimate, and expert execution of the assault, she would not bend; she would however, if not now then eventually, break.
\tToday she awakes with a greater amount of articulation than she expected. She found her body now covered in new apparel. The elicit bondage gear which covered effectively nothing that she would have preferred to be concealed. Regardless, Liana the support for her often annoyingly ample bosoms was usually appreciated, the relief from the subtle soreness along her back allowed her to focus on other things; like the surge of pain through her throat whenever she swallows or the humiliating aspects of the leathery belts and straps of her attire.
\tStill, the freedom from the stake she was bound to last night offered some modicum of comfort. If she wanted any hope of escape the first thing she needed was Information, and since her captor was absent now was an opportune time to analyze her surroundings.
\tFirst she realized the cell she was in was about 8 feet wide and 16 feet long, it was at least as tall as it was wide making reaching the ceiling fairly difficult for her 5’4” stature to reach even with a good jump. The cell was against what she decided would be the north wall of a much larger basement room around 30ft by 30ft. Just outside of the cell opposite of the cell door was a winch which the new, larger chain, linked her collar to the winch. Where the door was on the far end of the cell one way, the winch was on the other, and even with the maximum amount of slack from the winch she was physically incapable of reaching the cell door on the opposite side with anything but the toes of her feet.
\tThere at least the immediately required amenities of a toilet and a sink which appeared to give clean water. She thought for a moment that this might mean that the property is still within the city if it is using the city water system.
\tCompounding the issue of the hefty chain was the new collar, significantly larger, heavier, and from what she could feel of it around her throat it seemed to have two pronged leads pressing against part of her neck. As well there was clearly a large pack which most likely held the battery for what she could only assume was a shock collar; the potency of which she would rather not know. Yet she imagined that she would be made aware in due time.
\tThe room did appear to have some form of natural light coming through deep window wells, but from what she could see they were barred externally making escape through them just as difficult as getting out through the very door of the cell itself. However the natural light was not a comfort as it illuminated the rather disturbing armory of sexual instruments that her captor had in the room around the cell. Vibrators, electrodes, piercing tools, clamps, dildos, saddles, whips, riding crops and various other objects she found completely alien. These are just the ones we could just see. Several of the drawers, boxes and chests seemed to be around hinting that there are potentially even more pernicious devices.
\tHer fur stood on end as she struggled to swallow the chilling despair within the swirling pool of anger that roiled within her. Holding onto her fury was part of how she remained calm. To not let go of the slight and instead focus on escape as well as plan revenge. That would have to wait however as her respite seemed to be over. She heard the familiar mechanical grinding of a door being unlocked from up the stairs against what was the left side of the room along one of the longer walls of the cell.
\tHer captor came walking down the stairs in a pair of black slacks, white dress shirt half buttoned and sleeves rolled up. Approaching the cage he glanced at his watch as he took it off. Without even looking he grabbed some small black object from one of the tables around and set it next to a sink nearby. With his back to her he began to wash his hands as suddenly he spoke. “Play with yourself.”
\tThe chilling despair receded in a wave of confused fury. “Excuse m-” the ire in her biting response was cut short as his hand darted to the small remote and pressed a button. A sudden zap caused the muscles in her neck to constrict, pain surges from the points of contact in the collar as she is taken aback from the shock. It was stronger than she expected, but not to the extent that she was willing to back down.
\tHe grabbed a towel from a hanger nearby finishing cleaning off his hands. “This was an informative test for both of us. I am sure you were aware of the function of the collar as I watched you investigate it for a few minutes before coming down here.”
\tHe set the towel down as she took a breath in to speak to which her captor raised the remote in the air with his thumb against the button. “You could speak but you would be hard pressed to get more than two syllables out before the shock hits.” She scowled at him yet held her tongue. Her captor didn’t smile but instead nodded lowering the device before he continued.
\t“I know you conceptually understand what the shock was for but to make sure there is no room for misinterpretation I will clarify. The first reason for the punitive measure was due to the lack of obedience to a command. The second reason was speaking out of turn, and the final reason was due to the scornful nature of the response. For now you will be allowed to have such a rude expression as restricting too much of your personal expression at this stage is asking too much of any training regime that desires results. However in the future you should expect some form of punishment for looking at your owner with a scowl.”
\tHe paused for a moment looking over her, then as though he were permitting her to speak he subtly nodded to her setting aside the remote for a moment and taking a seat in a stool near one of the workbenches. Liana took the opportunity. “You’ll never get away with this.”
\tHe started to open drawers and tool boxes as he began to assemble and clean several instruments. “Let us not go through the senseless platitudes such as assurance of revenge or redemption. You’ll come to understand in time. No one is coming for you, you’re alone.” He turned around with his smirk. “Now, we’ll try this again. Play with yourself.” He held up the remote again waving it from side to side.
\tShe reciprocated his smirk adding a sarcastic shrug. “Or what? You’ll give me a little sti-” this time the shock was much worse, she collapsed to the cold hard ground. Her brain could not tell her body what to do, as her body instead told her it was in immense pain. The next five seconds felt like hours and she swore she could smell the fur under the prongs burn from the intensity of the shock as she lay stiffened on the ground. For several moments after the shock subsided she lay there on the ground, her body resetting as her brain tried to catch up to what just happened.
\t“Little stings are for little things, like helping you become accustomed to the minimum settings. Big stings are for big things, like disobeying an order twice on top of giving me attitude.” He stepped closer to the cage letting his fur stand on end, making himself look bigger and more imposing as he spoke again with force. “Take your hands, and play with yourself.”
\tHis voice betrayed no sympathy as she glanced at the remote in his hand, unable to see what setting it was on from the floor. She started to struggle off the floor as she regained control over her body leaning on the bed on the south side of the cell. Tears welled in her eyes despite her attempts to choke it down. With shaky hands she forced herself to stand enough that he could see her body to the extent that she imagined would be necessary. With shaking hands she grasped at her bare breast, only partially covered by the exotic bondage equipment.
\t“Use both hands one on the breast and the other on the clitoris.” With the pain subsiding leaving only the awkward tingling feeling over her body she reached down with a shuddering hand. Weighing her pride against the intensity of the agonizing seizure she just suffered from. Hesitation, is she really going to just bend to his desire? Supplicate to him? This kidnapper, rapist pig?
\tHer captor raised the hand with the remote, pointing at her directly. She shivers for a moment till something in her gives. Her arm reaches the rest of the way letting her hand find purchase between her bare thighs. Her finger slides into the poorly lubricated insides, not truly moving with a purpose but just enough she hoped that he would be satisfied. With a sinister smile he lowered the remote, to which she stopped the motion, her animal brain not daring to pull away for fear of punishment.
\tHer captors bare hand raised and gestured for her to come closer. “If you aren’t going to do it right, I will. Press your body against the bars.” Her fear melted away as again she let her anger bubble to the surface. “You think I am going to let you touch me again?”
\tHer anger now reflected the scowl as again he raised the remote and shocked her. A short sting over her over her throat and head, wrenching down her spine as the electricity flowed down her body. After a moment of recovery she jumped back, partly from the pain but otherwise from revulsion. “If that is all this thing can do, this shitty collar isn't’ going to be enough? You’re gunna kill me before you break me.”
\tBefore she was even finished he seemed to take a deep breath, and with a huff he walked around from the long side of the cell towards the winch at the opposite side of the cell door. It took her a moment to realize what he was doing in response to her consistent rebellion. He placed his hand on the handle of the manual winch and started to spin the gear. It dawned on her that the chain was still attached to the collar around her neck. Immediately she started to struggle against it. Grasping at the collar trying to pry it from her neck or break it somehow, but it wasn’t some simple leather or cloth but a reinforced material like some large animal collar.
\tShe grunted and heaved pulling against the chain. “You mother fucker, you’re gunna have to fucking kill me before-” while he cranked he shocked her again, this time it was a bit more potent than before catching her off guard as she fell to the ground causing the already taut chain to fall awkwardly letting the collar dig into her neck. The prongs, while blunt, where still long pins that painfully dug into her neck disorienting her further. As she pulled herself back up the chain had shortened significantly now less than a meter between her and the wall of the cell.
\tShe continued to struggle again but this time not daring to speak, she instead screamed in furious desperation as tears streamed down her partly from the pain and the other part from the terror, the terror of knowing there is no way to stop what is about to happen. Finally her struggle was proved futile as finally she finds herself, back to the bars, pinned from the tension of the chain to the back of the cell. She still struggled in vain, pulling against it as he reached in and pulled her waist against the bars, securing some rings near her waist to the horizontal waist high bar along the side of the cell. She heard him fiddling with some mechanical equipment as sounds of metal pins sliding in, and other supports holding her there. Next he went for her arms grabbing at them as she struggled in vain still screaming and crying, desperate to be free from this nightmare.
\tEventually she lost control of her arms as the cuffed bracers she was wearing were clipped to some part of the cell behind her, stealing another of her few remaining freedoms. Finally she tried lifting her feet up. She still struggled viciously trying to kick through the bars, missing several times and slamming her calf or foot against the bar or wildly swinging into empty air. Her fruitless struggle is all for naught as he grabs at her legs one by one, using similar cuffs around the ankles to secure them to the bars.
\tEventually she is merely struggling against her bonds, and after a moment of confirming his victim is secure, he walks around to the other side of the cell pulling the gate open. As he enters she finds a second wind. Even with her very limited range of movement she was going to make this as hard as possible for him, hiking up her legs as far as she could and struggling to swing her torso from side to side. Even with her hands bound she clawed against the metal bars of the cell or towards him when she could manage it. Finally when he was in range she stopped screaming for but a moment so she could spit at him. He was no longer patient with her at this point as he grabbed a clump of the hair on her scalp and slammed her face against the bars.
\tFor in the moment she is disoriented she feels him force something into her mouth, which at first she instinctively bites till she feels the pain in her jaw from the resistance from the object. He was gagging her, again! “This will quiet you down.”
\tShe tried to flail her head or in some way make him unable to latch it on but it was useless, he was so strong as he put so much pressure against her head, holding it still as he took his time. Finally tightening the gag around her head he lets it go looking at her as she finally runs out of fight.
\tHer body is so sore, her neck stings inside and out and at this point her teary eyes are swelling from the tantrum. Now… now she just wanted to cry.
\tPanting through her nostrils she limply hangs from the bondage gear along her waist latched to the horizontal bar of the cell. Now with her exhausted he simply reaches out and grasps her breasts in his palm. Gently squeezing it at first as he probes, till suddenly he clutches it viciously. Liana squirms under his grasp from the pain till he finally lets up, stepping against her as his body pressed against her, pushing her against the cold metal bars. With one hand he slides down between her thighs, pinching her clit for a moment till he slides his fingers inside. She looks away ashamed as she softly sobs, taking advantage of her baring her neck to him he leans his head in biting at her neck and sucking. His actions, at least after the squeezing of her breast, were fairly gentle, maybe even caring. With his other arm he wraps it around her head petting her for a moment as he continues to finger her. He continues till eventually she is suitably wet and he is satisfied.
\tHe steps back assessing his work, looking over her as she still has her head turned away from him. Finally he sits down on the bed a short distance away from her, staring at his work. “As you can see, if I tell you to do something, it's going to happen. What you do have choice over is how easily we arrive at the predetermined outcome.” After what felt like forever as he just penetrated her with his gaze to the point where she wanted to just coil up a ball to hide herself from his sight, he stands. “That’s enough for now.”
\tHe turns to leave the cell. “It’s been a while since you’ve eaten.” He steps out of the cell, locking the door before he turns to a cabinet on the western side of the room pulling out what seems to be some snack food. “You can eat these when I let you down.” He tosses them into a paper bowl next to the cell door then walking away towards the sink, again washing his hands then he picks up the remote and turns back to the workbench covered in other strange instruments. She hung there, defeated, she didn’t care to keep track of how long. Measuring time seemed like something farthest from her current mindset.
\tShe barely noticed when he stepped behind her, he didn’t do so to further grope or humiliate her. Instead he simply started to release her, undoing the strap holding in the ball gag then moving to unhook several of the clasps holding her against the cell wall. The sudden falling as the winch gives slack to her collar catches her off guard barely giving enough time to catch herself from the short fall as she was not supporting her own weight. Looking to the bowl of food she instead crawls up into the single bed and covers herself in the sheets, curling up on the bed crying herself to sleep.