Emma the Apex

After capturing the three latex-clad celebrities, Emma was hoping to get some time to herself, maybe she'd go up to her penthouse and take a soak in the hot tub. Alas, she had no such opportunity. Barely ten minutes after Richardson and Stevenson had removed Felicity, Charlie entered her office.
"Oh, hello Master. I wasn't expecting you." Emma said.
"You did well, Emma. Richardson has informed me that all three ladies were acquired without incident, and without any harm coming to them. They're currently being settled into their new homes. Walk with me." Charlie said, and Emma hastened to follow his command. She followed him into the lift where he pressed the button for Floor 8. "I had your biometrics added this morning so you can now access this floor. This is where my latex slaves are kept. You'll need to have access to this floor since you're my apex ****. I won't always be around, so for the most part, you will be in charge of them. You will especially be in charge of discipline. It will be up to you to discipline any recalcitrant slaves. Anyway, I'll go more into your responsibilities later. For now, come see your charges."

The elevator opened onto a stark white hallway that could not have been any different from the opulent penthouse or plush office above. It was stark white and concrete. Emma noticed a precipitous drop in temperature as soon as she stepped off the elevator, it was cold down here. They proceeded down the corridor, the clack of Emma's high-heeled boots reverberating off the walls. They passed the first cell and Emma gasped.

She couldn't believe it. It was a tiny cell, with a single, small bed and a metal toilet. Charlie was keeping his slaves here? She'd thought he was fairly nice, but this was just barbaric. Sure enough, as they passed the third cell, Emma saw Felicity, curled up on the bed, still wearing her latex dress, and drooling slightly into the pillow.
In the next cell, Katie was just starting to stir, and finally, two cells down, they came across Molly, who was already awake, sitting on her bed with her back against the wall sobbing quietly. She saw Emma and, for a moment seemed lost for words, then she started screaming, half-terrified, half-outraged. She was calling for help, and cursing Emma in the same sentence. She was panicking, as anyone would in that situation.
"I trusted you. How could you do this to me?" She cried. Emma was appalled, it was gut-wrenching to see her like this. Emma hadn't known this would happen.
Charlie was completely unfazed.
"Now, this, Emma, is what I'm talking about. Discipline. Young Molly here needs to learn her place." He casually sauntered to the end of the corridor, and opened the door. Emma heard him rummaging around for something, then he emerged with three silicon ball-gags. "Molly is making an awful racket. She'll wake up her neighbours if she carries on like this. She needs to learn that this behaviour is unacceptable." Charlie said to Emma, handing her one of the ball-gags. "Shut her up."

Emma was shocked. "I have to do it?" She squeaked, horrified at what she was being asked to do.
"Of course," Charlie replied, "You're the Apex, it's your responsibility. I'm sure she'll resist, so if you need help restraining her, I can help, just this once." With that, Charlie took out a large key, opened the cell, and, with more speed than she'd thought he could possess, grabbed Molly and pinned her arms behind her back. "Come on." He said to Emma, irritated. "Gag her."
Hesitantly, Emma stepped forward, and gagged her fellow actress, she did it slowly, and gently, but she still hated herself for doing it. She wasn't even entirely sure why she was doing it, there was just some part of her that knew it was a bad idea to disobey Charlie. Molly cried the entire time, but at least she had stopped screaming.
"Ah, that's better, silence." Charlie said. "Come on, let's go do the others before they wake up, it will be easier that way." He closed the cell door and moved to turn away, but hesitated, turning back towards Molly and said, "Don't worry my dear. You'll get used to it in a surprisingly short amount of time. I know it may not seem like it now, but you are very privileged to be my ****, and very lucky, none of my colleagues would give you half as much luxury, and they wouldn't have put you to sleep." Then he turned and left Molly crying through her gag.

Emma gagged the other two while they were still asleep. Charlie stood outside their cells, watching in silence, as each of them awoke, and saw the horror in their eyes as they realised their predicament. Emma thought he enjoyed it too much. Before departing, Charlie had some final words for Emma.
"Don't forget Emma, that no-one is irreplaceable. You are the apex, and you are my favourite, so you get the luxury penthouse and the freedoms, that can change though. If you were to do something to merit my displeasure, you could find yourself down here, and a new Apex would be occupying the penthouse. I like you, Emma. You're my first **** and my favourite ****, but even you are not above reproach." Emma's mind churned as she digested his words. She didn't want to live in a cell like that. She resolved right then, to stay on his good side, even if it meant being downright wicked to her fellow slaves.