Escape Is Futile

“What are they talking about, what reward.” Buffy asked Dawn.

“I have no idea.” She replied.

“We have to find a way out of here, look what they are doing to us.” Said Willow pushing up her fake boobs.

“I know but these collars make that pretty hard.”

“Cordellia managed to get one off of our warden before they took her away.” Said Willow.

“How?” asked Buffy.

“Surprised her, grabbed her armed threw her against a wall and knocked the controller of the belt with her knee.”

“And nothing stopped her, no internal trigger.”

“Not until the Host entered and stopped her with his control.”

“Maybe these things are only wired to those belt control boxes and maybe they need line of sight to work so if we can just get out without being seen and disarm any guards we see quick enough we might be able to escape.”

“So what’s the plan.” asked Dawn.

“Why do we have to follow Buffy’s stoopid plan,” asked Faith, “I’m just as strong.”

Buffy looked round the group with wide eyes looking for someone to intervene before Faith tried to take over.

Tara quickly jumped in, “Yeah but you’re not as smart now and we need a smart plan like Buffy’s.”

Faith made a sulky pout but accepted what Tara said and let Buffy talk.

“So Joyce,” said the Host looking over the slut before him, “Have you decided who to use your rewards on?”

“I’m going to use them both on myself if you don’t mind.” She replied.

The Host was a little shocked at her choice, “You sure, wouldn’t you much rather use them on Buffy and Dawn.”

“Of course not, neither of them wants to be here and I would never **** what you are doing on them.”

“Wouldn’t you like to make them happy being here and becoming sluts like you.”

“Just because I am happy here doesn’t mean my girls are,” said Joyce raising her voice, “And I will not do anything to hurt them no matter what I personally think about what you are doing.”

“Fine fine,” said the Host raising his hands in defeat, surprised that through her acceptance of what was being done o her that her maternal nature had held out, “So what do you want.”

Just then an alarm sounded.

“Hold that thought.”

The Host exited his office and rushed with several guards to the recreation room where the two guards who had been watching the rest of the sluts were dead from broken necks and Buffy and co were all gone. The Host and his followers raced down the corridor to a cross roads where a first came flying out knocking the lead guard out.

His fall was instantly followed by multiple screams as the Host activated the collars and leaving them on turned to interrogate the sluts as they rolled about in agony.

“Who is responsible?” he demanded.

The girls didn’t answer just clutched their stomachs as the pain coursed through their bodies.

He cranked the collars up to the next setting as the screams became louder he asked again for an answer. He knew he could make them tell him the truth if he wanted and it wasn’t as if he didn’t actually know who was guilty but he wanted to see how far the sluts had come. But still he got no answer.

“Very well you, you and you, “ he said pointing at Dawn, Anya and Willow will face punishment for **** and **** of my guards.”

“Wait,” said Buffy picking herself up onto her knees, “I did it I’m the one who tried to escape they just followed me.”

“Then your punishment will be to watch your friends suffer for your crimes.” He said switching off the collars, “Take them to the stage for trial and sentencing, take the rest to their rooms and seal them in clearly they are not to be trusted yet.”