SSS 2 - Leave Sal

If you pull those beads out, there’s no way that Sal will be able to control herself. She may already be in danger of setting off the device just from having the beads in there, but removal is completely out of the question.

You hold Sal’s tearful gaze, swallowing with a dry throat.

“I won’t do it,” you say. You raise your hands and stand back from Sal. “I won’t do it.”

The lights go out, plunging you into darkness. Sal whimpers and chains clink.

Another light comes on to your left, over a metal door. You hear the lock click with a beep.

Heart thudding, you stare up at Sal, who looks ghostly in the light from the door. She is securely chained up. You have no way of freeing her. Your only choice is to move on. She pleads with her eyes as you back away from her, then turn and hesitantly touch the door. Your hand is clammy. You open it and step into the narrow corridor, casting one last look over your shoulder at Sal, then let the door shut.

It beeps and locks. You feel sick.

A few yards up the hall, another door beeps. Rain patters on a metal roof as you pad gingerly to the next door and open it, revealing a small room.

In it are two tables: one holding an old-fashioned chest and one with another of those TVs. As the door locks behind you, the TV snaps on, and Peachface appears.

“There’s a gift for you in this chest, Meri,” Peachface says. “Get it before the chest changes its mind.”

As you watch, a metal door in the front of the chest slides aside with a sharp, metallic, knifelike sound. It reveals a dark interior. You can hardly see anything.

On the TV, a countdown begins from 10. 9. 8.

You approach the chest, sweating. What are you supposed to do?

“Don’t be shy, Meri,” Peachface taunts.

1. 6.

There’s nothing for it; you thrust your hand into the small hole, feeling around with your eyes shut.

1. 1. 3.

You cringe, expecting pain. You find a button. Your finger pushes it.

The lock clicks and the lid of the box opens. You pull your hand out.

1. 1.

The metal door snaps shut hard enough to make the whole box jiggle. That could’ve taken your whole hand off…

Heart thudding, you peer into the box. Another smaller box waits inside. You look around suspiciously for traps, then lift it out and open it, revealing an instantly recognizable toy: an anal plug.

“There’s a gift for you inside the toy, Meri. But it’s a cold fish. It has to warm up to you before it’ll share. You know about that, don’t you, Meri? You’re a people pleaser. Everyone warms up to you. I’ll bet Colby’s feeling warm right now.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, picking up the plug. It’s not rocket science. You aren’t into anal, but your knowledge of lewdness is… solid. It’s obvious what Peachface means. It’s not much of a riddle, but it’s cruel. Anal is about relaxing. You are not relaxed.

Your hands shake as you open the little tube of lube that’s included with the toy and use it on yourself and the plug. There’s **** but to go through with it; that door won’t unlock if you don’t. It’s a big plug. Not comically huge. Just big enough to be scary, and for you to know exactly how difficult this would be. Even if you were in a steamy shower alone and safe, very horny and able to relax… something like this would be pushing it. But that’s the point, isn’t it?

“A CCL President should always be calm. Nothing should rattle her. She must be in control of her basest desires,” Peachface goes on.

Now you understand why this belt has an open back. It makes you wonder if Peachface expected you to leave Sal as she was.

You are not an expert on toys like this, so you do what seems practical and bent at the waist, putting your chest on the table so that you have both hands free. Wait a minute. If you didn’t have this belt on, you could put this thing in… you know. Probably. Most of it. Enough to warm it up enough?

“Fuck,” you mutter as you start to push it in, feeling a cold sweat on your forehead.

“Meri. Don’t be lazy. Time is money,” Peachface says.

You look in panic at the TV to see another countdown, this time from 60.

“You’re doing this for Colby,” the voice goes on.

The first inch or two goes in easily enough. It feels weird, but whatever. It’s the really, properly wide part that’s the problem. You push harder and it starts to hurt.

“That’s all you can do? You don’t love her very much at all, do you?” Peachface says.

The countdown is still ticking down.

You clench your teeth and push, all at once. The sharp spike of pain is intense enough to make you cry out, but brief. Once it’s in, it’s in. You sag on the table, now covered in that clammy sweat, gasping miserably. The feeling is just alien. You’re so full. It’s bizarre.

Without warning, the toy in your belt comes to life. You shriek in surprise, clutching the table, and it happens in seconds against your will. Your legs shake and feel fluid running down your thighs as pitiful noises fill the tiny room.

The clock is still ticking. 20. 19.

“I did it,” she pleads. “Come on. Ah!”

The belt stops. Your pussy clenches over the vibe and she slides to the floor, unable to control your body. You can’t see the countdown, just the ceiling.

The plug vibrates, just once. That has to be like a signal. You roll over and grab it, bracing yourself. This isn’t about you. Colby’s in trouble. You pull with another agonized groan.

The plug falls to the floor, flashes red, then splits into two pieces and falls apart, revealing a tiny remote.

“Good job, Meri.”

You stare at the remote, barely feeling the cold, gritty concrete under your sweaty body. Your legs are weak. You feel an ache in your core. Your butt… isn’t just numb, it’s numb in a way that’s scary. Tears roll freely down your face.

“The remote will disable toys. Or it will turn them on. You love your toys, Meri. Can you live without them? Make your choice,” Peachface says.

Use the remote to disable toys?

Or use the remote to turn toys on?