Thread: Shock Collar: Bimbo Training Device (Trevino x Leafgirl)

I've just wet the bed, and I am absolutely horrified. Instinctively, I look at the doctor's face. My eyes scan his features, looking for any sort of reaction. But there is none. He doesn't even seem fazed by it all, and simply stares at me with a cold, calm composure. It's the same sort of calmness that those bastards in the boardrooms at Etherium had. Never concerned in the slightest about anything except operational efficiency, as if they occupied a world apart from us mere mortals. Another one of the guards comes forward and starts to remove the bedsheets underneath me. A strong, burly man, he has to lean over me to undo each of the ties on the corners of the mattress. I can feel the immenseness of his body over my small frame. He doesn't speak, but grunts softly as he goes about his work. The wild grin on his face makes sure to let me know just how much he's enjoying this... taking his time. I suck in my breath just a little bit. Involuntarily, I pull against the cords that are tied around my wrists, straining against them. The doctor starts to talk, Well, isn't it obvious? You are here because you have comitted some very serious offences! Let me read them out to you... Having removed the bedsheets, the man sprays me down with a spritzer bottle, and then wipes me down on the insides of my thighs. He doesn't miss the opportunity, but rubs his fingers on my inner thigh, gently grazing the area around my clitoris, teasing me. His fingers are large. Like sausages. They're rough, and filled of a blazing heat against my flesh. All the while, I can hear the charges being listed against me, spoken in that same calm tone of voice... the voice of someone who doesn't believe the charges in the slightest, and doesn't care, either. My head swims with feeling. The words of the doctor incite panic in my chest. The touch of the security guard is like ice on fire. Pulling against my bonds, I can do nothing but creak the leather a bit, and so I turn my head away from both the doctor and the man lecherously palming me. My cheeks crimson red, I stare only at the wall. So... you mind explaining yourself here? Who are these friends of yours? You do know that hanging out with known terrorists carries some very serious consequences... the doctor says at last. He pauses, waiting for me to answer. But I doubt he really cares what my words will be. My fate... has already been decided... in his mind. The very thought of it wants to make me scream. I turn to face him. Hanging out with terrorists. I helped design the yellow gene bombs that wiped the terrorists out, Asshole. What is this? Inside the company citadel, everyone's under surveillance. Yeah, you have the pictures, but where's the fucking audio that would prove this is all bullshit? Answer me! Grove isn't a damned terrorist, and corporate knows that or else he would've been dead a long time ago. But you boardroom types don't really care, do you? Maybe somebody should teach you fuckers the meaning of real pain! A hundred thousand volts of pure electricity shoot through my body. They tear through my muscles instantly. My body is consumed by white hot screeching fire and once more I'm suspended eternity... in hell. As the bolts of electricity dance over the surface of my skin, my body tenses up, straining against the cords tying me to the bed. My body jerks back and forth like a strung up doll, my mind completely lost within pain... until finally it stops, and I'm left once more laying back on the bed. My eyes are rolled up. My tongue is hanging out. My forehead and body is beaded over with new sweat. My body... twitches nonstop. The collar... the collar... realization enters me with absolute horror. I know what the collar is for... I... dare not even think it... but I know what it is for. Y-yes... I-I'm sorry... please. Punish... me.