She decides to handle it solo

Chelsea couldn’t do it. Not only did the action itself seem revolting to her but the idea that someone could hold that over her head forever was too much to bear. She was the one who held things over others, no one got to hold things over her.

“Sorry, but I will never eat pussy. Would you at least help me up?” Asked Chelsea.

The two girls gave faux groans but reached for a cuffed arm each and helped the naked Chelsea off the ground. Helping her now would be beneficial in the long run. Having a cuffie as a lackey made their lives both easier and more interesting and this could be the start of that arrangement. As they lifted her off the ground they lifted her in awkward angle to make sure she had to spread her legs exposing her slit, they each looked down making it obvious where there eyes were focused and Chelsea shuddered a little.

“Never going to eat pussy? Cuffie, I’ll bet you a tongue dip against whatever you want that you will give a lick before today is over.” Said Sandra.

“I’m not going to be here very long so I won’t be able to get you to pay up.” Said the cuffed Chelsea. She knew she’d win that bet but it wasn’t worth it if she didn’t pay up.

Morgan then said “Cuffie, you’re going to be here a very long time. You’re going to do things you never thought you’d have to and you will come out the other side a very different person.”

Morgan looked almost nostalgic as if she were grateful for this learning process.

Chelsea was sure she’d be gone but backup plans couldn’t hurt.

“Fine, if you win I’ll give you a tongue dip and I win you have to give me all your clothes.”

While Chelsea was sure she’d never be able to actually lick her ass she knew she wouldn’t have to.

“Is that all? You could’ve asked for anything but you’re on. I’d say we’d shake on it but as you’re currently confined I’ll just leave you with this.”

Sandra smacked Chelsea’s ass incredibly hard and Chelsea jumped back and forth from foot to foot trying to walk off the pain.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! No one gets to touch me and especially no one gets to spank me!”

Sandra just winked and said “Sorry, just always best to be first. Get on your way. Like I said earlier you’re on the clock. By the way never welch on a bet here or you’ll be quite sorry.”

The two girls just started on their way before Chelsea could even respond.

‘On the clock?’ She wondered.

She couldn’t hit Sandra back as she was handcuffed so she just decided to run and deal with her lately.

She looked at four giant buildings and wondered which one would get her to freedom the quickest. They were lined up in a row and she stood center to all of them.

Does she go far left? Center left? Center right? Far right?