SSS 2 - Just break it

This is bullshit. You aren’t about to give Taytum a whipping. Not like this, not in this place. You’re scared, but you’re also angry. Glaring at the TV, you set the remote aside and use both hands to snap the rod over your knee.

There, it’s broken. You stare at the screen. The counter is still going.

“Shit,” you mutter.

“Mmm,” Taytum mumbles, looking panicked. You see the bars flash and understand: it’s sound again, but this time reversed. Instead of keeping quiet, you need sound. There’s not much time.

“Fuck you, Peachface!” you shout angrily, but there’s almost no reaction.

The reactions only come when Taytum makes noise. The pickup must be in that ball gag.

“Shit. You have to scream,” you say, rushing over to her. “Just do it.”

Taytum squeezes her eyes shut and tries. The sound is muffled, but it has the desired effect. The laptop screen lights up.

“Louder,” you press, fighting the impulse to… what, exactly? Spank her? Slap her? Do something to make her scream louder? You look angrily at the broken pieces in your hand. “Please! Taytum!”

Taytum does her best. The screen flashes white and the lock clicks.

“Yes!” you say in triumph, raising your hands with the broken pieces of the rod. “That’s it! You did it. Now, let’s…” you trail off as you look more closely at her. There’s a lock on the ball gag. You can’t get that off her. And you can’t do anything about the handcuffs, either. She’s not going anywhere. Not unless Peachface lets her go or some police get in here.

She looks at you pleadingly.

“I have to go. I have to keep going,” you tell her, stricken. “I have to keep going. I’m going to get help. I promise.”

This part isn’t getting any easier. You leave her there and go back into the hallway, where you take a deep breath. You’re still holding the two broken pieces of the rod. Your hands are sweaty. You transfer the two pieces to your right hand so you can pick up the remote as well. The ends of the rod are a bit sharp… that might come in handy. It’s not as good as a knife, but it’s something. Maybe.

How are you going to get everyone out of here? You can’t think about that. You put one foot in front of the other. You’re acclimating to this situation. You aren’t thinking about the fact that you’re naked except for a chastity belt attached to nipple clamps, and the inherent absurdity of it. Breaking the rod proved that you can still exert some control over this. It’s a game. Games can be won and you have some experience with them. So does Colby.

The green light comes on ahead of you. You stop and look down the long hallway, seeing the three red lights behind you, indicating locked doors. Taytum. Kalyna. Sal.

The door to your right is unlocked. The one ahead of you is… the end of the hallway. You must be close to Colby now. With the broken pieces of the rod in one hand, you open the door and step through. What you find makes you stop and gasp, even after what you’ve seen so far.

Bian is suspended in the air with ropes, seated in a stirrup rig that might’ve come straight from your OB/GYN’s office. Like Taytum, she’s nude. The view is just so much more explicit. There’s some kind of toy inside her. Like Taytum, she’s gagged. She is also blindfolded. Her body gleams with sweat and she’s shivering. The ropes creak slightly.

A laptop sits in a large cage underneath her. There’s no TV in here. The cage is wrapped in barbed wire.

Peachface appears on the laptop screen.

“What’s the matter, Meri? You don’t like seeing little Bian this way? Do you treat her like a child because she’s tiny? Or because she acts so innocent? She’s a lot like you, Meri. Are you innocent?”

It’s a video call, not a recording. But something’s off… you can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s the same voice, but maybe a different person behind the mask? You focus.

“Me, innocent? Not especially,” you reply, gripping the pieces of the rod.

“Neither is Bian.”

Peachface vanishes, replaced by a poor-quality, but extremely recognizable video of Bian in bed with another girl. The video changes; it’s another sex tape of some kind. Then a third one plays, all quickly enough to make your head spin.

Peachface reappears.

“Before you judge Bian too harshly, she did have consent to record,” Peachface says. “Or maybe you should judge. After all, those videos are recent and Taytum and Kalyna know nothing about them. Maybe that’s why Bian likes you so much. Kindred spirits.”

“Sure,” you say.

“They’re cute videos, Meri. You can watch the full version along with everyone else in the world in one minute. It’s only a shame that right at this moment these videos only exist on the SSD on that laptop. I hope nothing happens to it.”

Just like that, a timer starts. You focus. If you want to stop those videos from being uploaded, you’ll have to make some kind of move. But what are you supposed to do? The laptop sits precariously on a stool. Inside a cage, directly below Bian. The barbed wire makes it impossible for you to safely climb up there, and some stains on the floor suggest that Bian has already wet herself from terror… but that must have happened before the laptop was placed there.

So that’s it. You look at the toy, then at the remote that you’re carrying. That third button still hasn’t been pressed. Fluid is the natural predator of the laptop.

Press the button?

Or don’t?