An unpleasant awakening

“NNNNNNnnnnhhhhh” I tried to scream, as I was woken up by a sharp pain in my neck but I was bound, and gagged. Worse, everything was black. I panicked, I couldn’t feel a blindfold over my eyes or anything like that. Had they taken my eyesight? I had heard that humans could do cruel things like this, taking away your control over your own body without you even noticing. That’s why they were the masters, and we were the slaves, they were just so much more cruel and powerful than us.

I tried to move to feel my surroundings, but I couldn’t. My arms were tied to my sides and my legs were bound as well, even my tail! I couldn’t feel the ground below my feet, I couldn’t feel anything touching me. I must have been suspended in the air somehow! The only thing I *could* feel were soft plugs in my ears, shutting out even the little sounds I could make with the gag in my mouth. Well, and I could feel the *other* plugs.

I could feel them in my lower holes, a big one in my ass and a much smaller one close to my pussy. It was weird, the smaller plug was definitely inside me, yet not in my pussy. Where was it?!

And so, I struggled against my bindings for some time, unable to see, hear, or even feel anything. The sensory deprivation was driving me crazy. Some free demis and runaway slaves had told me of this kind of **** they experienced at the hands of their masters. Some spoke of it with fondness, some despised it. They all agreed on one thing, however: The more senses were affected and the longer you were deprived of them, the more sensitive the remaining ones became. And if you were kept in sensory deprivation for too long, it would drive you insane.

After I finally calmed down, I devised a plan: I would simply sleep as much as I could and keep myself distracted in between, by recounting old anecdotes and such things in my head.

I thought back to my favourite hiding places, how fresh the air smelled after rain, how good it felt to dry my in the sun after I got wet, how… and slowly drifted to sleep.

“NNNNNNnnnnhhhhh,” I tried to scream again. There was it again, this horrible pain in my neck, just as I was falling asleep! Oh no, please, please don’t, not even humans could be so cruel…

I tried to fall asleep again and again, but each time a painful electroshock to my neck brought me back. Eventually, I couldn’t deny it any longer. There was only one explanation: There was a shock collar on my neck, and it was programmed to shock me every time I fell asleep so that I was **** to endure the sensory deprivation without a way out.

Seeing no other alternative (and not wanting to be shocked again) I tried my best to distract myself so that I would not fall asleep aigain.

I thought back to how I escaped slavery, how I fled the **** kennels I was born in during a fire with the help of a kind woman. How painful it was as she cut my chip out and how lonely I felt when I spent my first night alone on the streets as a stray. How I searched for food everywhere, even in the garbage. The other demis I met told me that I was the youngest stray they had ever seen, and that it was a miracle that I could survive on my own.

Yet, I wouldn’t change all this, even if I could: Those memories were precious to me. Painful as they were, they reminded me how I attained freedom!

Sadly, I wasn’t exactly good at distracting myself, and neither was I good at keeping myself awake. I was a stray, after all, I was used to running about and sleep when I was **** to stay hidden or had the time to finally relax. And without any freedom to move, I quickly got incredibly tired.

“NNNNNNnnnnhhhhh,” I screamed into my gag as I couldn’t stay awake any longer and fell asleep for the first time. Were there shapes in the dark? No, that couldn’t be, my mind was playing tricks on me.

“NNNNNAAAAaaaargggghhhh,” I whined into my gag after I had fallen asleep again. Did I get to sleep longer this time? It almost felt like… No, that couldn’t be. I was just getting used to being woken up by electroshocks.

NNNNNNAAAAAAaarrgg,” I squealed at the top of my lungs, but the gag still absorbed most of it. Wait, was that… A voice? What was it saying…? I came from over there, the shape right at the… No. No no no no no no! That was just my tired, sensory-deprived mind playing tricks on me! I could even see or hear myself, let alone anything else! I had to ignore it! I had to stand strong!

I just wished it would stop already…