Latex bath

Sarah walked over to a wall and pressed on a hidden switch that opened up the wall to reveal a water trough-shaped tub that was on a trolley and seemed to be filled with a bubbling black ooze. As she carefully pulled the tub out she looked over to you.

"Think you could unbuckle her for me? I need to keep an eye on this stuff and make sure it doesn't try anything on us."

You nod and released Stacy from her chains. When you took the gag off, she looked up at you, with mascara staining her face from her crying, and her lips trembling.

"Please mistress, don't do this. I promise I'll be good. I understand now I'm worthless in your presence. I just don't want to-"

You slap her hard across her face and interrupt her pleading.

"Who said you could look at me without my permission and who do you think you are to make pleas with me? You're nothing anymore. Once we're done here. Stacy will no longer exist. She'll just be a figment of your imagination. Now be a good little slut and crawl over here."

Stacy whimper a little as the sting from your slap dulled and then slowly got off the wooden horse and down onto the ground. Once she was on all fours, she crawled over to the tub. When you got to the edge of the tub, you looked in and seemed to see some of the black ooze reaching up to you.

"Careful there, Sharon. This stuff will go after anyone who isn't wearing a special pendant and gets to close."

"Well then it's good I'm not going in."

You look down at Stacy and grab her by the throat. As she starts to gasp for air, you yank her up and have her look you in the eyes.

"Alright, slut. I have a job for you. You're going to slip into that tub and let yourself get fully immersed and you are not to come up for any reason until someone pulls you out. Understand?"

Stacy trembles in fear and nods. You smirk and pat her head demeaning.

"Don't worry about running out of air. This stuff actually will keep you alive while you're under. Don't try to understand how. The power of the supernatural dances where science fears to even observe. Now get in."

You let go of Stacy's throat and point into the tub. Stacy slowly steps into the tub and lowers herself into the ooze.

When everything up to her chest is immersed, the black ooze suddenly grows tendrils and grabs Stacy's head and torso and drags her the rest of the way down. Stacy begins to scream in terror, but is cut short when her head goes under.

You laugh in joy as you see the ooze seem to ripple from Stacy's immersed struggling. Sarah shakes her head in amusement and walks over to table that has some tools made from iron on it.

"Not to question your mental state, but how many therapists has your mother set you to?"

"Four. I'm actually still seeing the last one. She's so much fun during our sessions. Until Rachel, I've never seen a bigger masochists in my life. So how long should it take for the latex stuff to soak in?"

Sarah picks up a branding iron and walks over to the fireplace and placed the branding iron in.

"About ten minutes. Should give me time to step up whatever you want to do for your other **** and for you to do anything else you want in the mean time."

"Glad to hear that."

You grab Stacy's old phone and pull up the video you made of Stacy's vow of loyalty. Once you have it pulled up, you take a screen shot and attach it to a text message with the caption: "If you ever want this worthless whore free, you will go to this address and follow the instructions they give you." After you enter the address of the cult headquarters, you send the text to someone who you know is very close Stacy. You then walk back over to Stacy with a satisfied look on your face.

"You look like the cat who ate the canary, fish, and mouse."

"Just sending a text to one of the sacrifices. I said I might let my worthless pet go if they followed the instructions that the cult gave them to get them ready to be a sacrifice."

"And you're sure that they won't realize you've lied?"

You grin.

"Our connections in the school will make sure they don't know who it was that has her and she used to come from a rich family. People like that will do anything to protect their family and, most importantly, their reputations. They probably don't realize that the ritual isn't fake. I can't wait to see the faces on theirs and my pet's face when the ritual happens."

"You are pure evil. Now, while we wait for the bath to be done, what do you want to do for your other pet?"

You bring one of your fingers to your lips and think for a moment.

"I know just the one."