The next 24 hours are a blur of sounds, lights and pain.

Shortly after the lights went out they began to strobe quickly. Random bangs and booms rumble your body and leave a ringing in your ears. There are speakers somewhere in the room you can't see. The bangs do not have a regular interval so each time makes you jump. After a while loud beeping and a constant whine join the beeps. The lights strobe faster. Kelly yells over the din.

"IT'S SENSORY OVERLOADING! PREPARATION FOR CONDITIONING! KEEP YOUR EYES SHUT! CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE NOISE!" You do your best to comply. The strobes irritate you even through your eyelids. You twist and writhe in your chair, deafened and blinded. You scream but you can't hear yourself. Suddenly the lights stay on and the sound stops. You and Kelly stop screaming and look at eachother, breathing heavily. After a moment's reprieve the noises and strobing begin again. This cycle continues for what seems like eternity but is really only two hours. The sounds and lights stop and then start again without warning. You feel powerless and afraid as your eyes become tired of being screwed shut. You grip the table arms tightly until your fingers burn and cramp.

Finally the lights shut off again and this time you feel more than hear the door opening. A persistent ringing remains in your ears and you're dazzled and barely able to open your eyes. You hear movement behind and the sound of things being rearranged but it seems to come from much farther away than it is. You shake your head, trying to clear the ringing in your ears. After another moment you feel something touch your lips and realize it's a spoon filled with some nondescript soup. You manage to look up and see Tiffany holding it out to you.

"Eat." She says flatly. You greedily suck the spoonful into your mouth. You were hungry before the sonic **** session. You hear muffled cries coming from Kelly.

"Don't eat it! The fucking witch will have **** it!" Tiffany puts the bowl and spoon down on the floor and walks calmly over to Kelly. She slaps her hard several times across her already bruised face.

"Quiet!" She barks as Kelly spits blood on the floor again. Tiffany returns to spoon feeding you. You're too tired and hungry to resist. You take spoonful after spoonful until the bowl is empty. Tiffany pats your head gently. You almost feel grateful already for any sensation that isn't overwhelmingly painful.

"Good boy." She says with a smile and walks back behind you again. You look at Kelly and see her staring intently at Tiffany as she returns to the middle of the room. "Now for our bad girl." She says, an evil grin forming. She is carrying a long tube with a funnel attached to it, and a large bottle of what looks like some sort of smoothie. She sets them down next to Kelly and returns to the table behind you. She comes back with a length of rope and uses it to tie a grunting and resisting Kelly more securely, with her head **** back so her throat is open.

"Fuck you bitch! Don't you fucking dare!" Kelly says in defiance. She makes a horrible gulping and gagging sound as Tiffany picks up the tube and forces it down her throat. You see her neck bulge slightly as it makes its way directly to her stomach. Tears stream down Kelly's face and she coughs up spit around the tube, struggling to keep breathing through her nose. Once the funnel is resting upright in her mouth, Tiffany picks up the container with the smoothie and uncaps it. You can smell the rotten concoction from across the room and it makes you gag, Kelly doesn't fair much better. Her eyes go big as saucers when Tiffany begins to pour the mysterious brew directly down her throat. It flows down the tube, into her stomach, giving her no chance to resist. When the last of it is in the funnel, Kelly screws the lid back on the container. She waits a minute or two, cuts the rope holding Kelly's head back using a knife she pulls from her jean's pocket, and then slowly removes the tube. Kelly sputters and begins to wretch as it leaves her throat. Tiffany grabs her by the neck.

"If you puke that up I'll just put the tube back in and pour it right back down till it stays." She shoves Kelly a little as she lets go. Kelly slumps and looks at the floor, taking deep breaths, trying to fight off the nausea. Satisfied, Tiffany gathers up her supplies and begins to depart. She stops at the door and you hear her turn around. "Toodles!" She says sweetly, and closes the door once more. The light show begins again, only this time it's twice as intense. You begin to feel more and more that Kelly must've been right about the food being ****. The lights and sounds that merely bothered you before send exquisite agony radiating out from your eyes and ears till your entire head feels like it's going to burst. You can't think, you can't do anything as you disappear into the overwhelming sensation. Another two hours of eternal anguish roles by before the ruthless attack on your senses is stopped once more. The silence hurts you almost as much as the noise at this point. The door behind you opens once more but neither of you are able to notice, your both slumped in your chairs, totally exhausted. Morgan this time lifts your head and you squint into the light as she addresses you. You can see her nose is now bandaged.

"Now then, which one of you wants a little standing up time?" Your ass is numb and every muscle in your arms and legs is burning from struggling against your binds. You're bleeding from your wrists and ankles along with Kelly now. Whatever **** Tiffany gave you are reeking havoc on your perceptions, every light is a spotlight, every sound a deafening roar. Morgan drops your head and looks between the two of you. "Really? You wanna stay in the chairs?" You cough and try to speak, your voice is merely a dry whisper.

"Please." Is all you manage to say. Morgan looks down at you and laughs.

"Well, I don't think either of you deserve it." Without another word she turns and leaves. You clear your throat as best you can and call after her.

"Please! Let me go! I'll be good!" You begin to sob pathetically as you hear the sound of the door slamming shut again. You turn to Kelly who is looking back at you with a tired expression. You both slam your eyes shut and scream as the sounds and lights begin again and yet another two hours go by spent bathed in sensation. Voices are added to the sounds, they admonish you both for being bad and not trusting Morgan.

"I must trust Morgan. If I don't trust Morgan I'll be punished. I was bad and that's why I'm being punished. I have to be good or I'll be punished. If I'm good I'll be rewarded as long as I trust Morgan. I must trust Morgan." Over and over you hear the words interspersed between the roars, squeaks, and whistling. After the third session is over the voices and sounds stop again but you can still hear the words, echoing around your psyche. For all you know at this point you've been in this room for days. You've lost all sense of time. The door opens once more and Morgan returns standing between the both of you, slumped completely over in your chairs. Kelly is groaning and coughing, she's not looking any better than you at this point.

"Now then, let's see if either of you have earned a little walk." She places a small black case she is carrying on the ground next to you. You hear her rummage around for a few items and then feel something begin to move up your leg. You manage to see, through dazzled eyes, that Morgan is cutting off your clothes. She strips you down to your briefs but you're too out of it to even think to be embarrassed. She attaches several white pads all over your body with wires running to a small box she places in front of your chair. You watch blankly, barely comprehending what's taking place in front of you, as she does the same to Kelly until she's sitting across from you bound to the chair in nothing but a black bralette and panties. Morgan sniffs the air and giggles. "My my, did you piss yourself Kells? You're getting soft." Kelly grunts, spits again, and manages to **** out a reply.

"What's the point of holding it? You sick fucking whore." Morgan grins her evil grin and cuts the panties off as well. She crumbles them into a ball and shoves the piss sodden rag into Kelly's mouth.

"Such language missy." Morgan clicks her tongue and continues. "Can't have that now." Morgan stands and retrieves a roll of tape from the table before returning to Kelly and securing the filthy panties in her mouth. Kelly breathes heavily through her nose, a look of disgust on her face. Somehow she is still managing to summon rage and defiance. Morgan goes back to attaching the pads to Kelly's body, placing one directly on her exposed clit, and wiring them to another identical box on the floor in front of Kelly. She then retrieves two small remote controls from the bag and tapes on to the arm of the chair beneath your hand and does the same for Kelly. "Now then." She says. "You both have the remote to each other's fun box." She points to the boxes on the ground. "If neither of you press the button before the next session is over, you both can get out of the chairs for one minute each and we'll skip the next session, you can both sit in blissful, undisturbed silence." She grins wickedly. "If one of you presses the button, the next session will end immediately and that person have a very effective pair of noise cancelling headphones!" She says the last sentence like she's announcing some severely fucked up game show and holds up a large pair of over ear headphones she retrieves from the table. "Only one pair though." She puts it down on the table and proceeds to walk out again. "Get'em while the gettin's good." The door slams and the cycle repeats again.

The lights and sound **** you with even greater intensity. It feels like your skull is being split open from the inside. You no longer have the energy to scream. You look at Kelly through the strobing lights and see her staring back at you. Your brows come together and you glance down at the remote. The only thought that can stay in your head for any amount of time is that you know you can stop this. Kelly looks back at you with pleading eyes. You resist as long as you can, shaking your head and trying desperately to put yourself somewhere else. You look at Kelly again. She knows you can't take anymore and her pleading look turns to resignation. You look away and push the button.

The lights and sounds immediately stop but they are replaced by Kelly's muffled screams. You shut your eyes and look away as her whole body begins to twist and convulse with what you assume is electricity. Her legs pull together and her binds tear freshly into her wrists as she tries desperately to break free. She's still screaming into her gag and convulsing as the door opens.

"Damn Quinton! Twenty minutes! Not bad!" Morgan enters the room with a spring in her step. She pats you on the shoulder as Kelly continues to scream and groan. Morgan presses a button on a third control and Kelly collapses back into her chair. Morgan walks over to the table and retrieves the headphones. "Here, you earned them." She moves to place them over your ears but stops. "Of course, now that you've turned on Kells's fun box, it will automatically fire during the sessions." She grins another malevolent grin as she places the cups over each ear. Instantly the world is silent, with only the ringing to let you know your ears still work at all. You sigh with relief and manage to croak out two words.

"Th-Thank you." You say, looking down at the ground. Morgan's hand raises your chin and you look her in the face. She pats you gently on the head just like Tiffany did. You see her mouth moving and make out the shape of the words 'good boy.' Before she turns and leaves once more. The session resumes. The lights still bother you immensely but you can finally shut your eyes and rest in silence. You dare not open them to look at what Kelly is enduring. After the session ends, you look at Kelly who is slumped over in her seat, you can't tell if she is breathing. You jump as you feel a hand on your shoulder, it moves a cup to one side.

"Don't worry she's still ticking. Wouldn't do to up and kill Master's newest pet would it?" You hear Morgan say. She walks past you and kneels down in front of Kelly. Morgan holds a small vial of something under Kelly's nose and she starts awake again. She rolls her eyes around still in a half conscious, delirious state. Morgan removes the tape from her mouth and takes the ruined panties out. Kelly coughs and wretches for a good while as Morgan watches her patiently. "Finished?" She says brightly as Kelly's sputtering comes to an end. "I've got another deal to offer." Morgan says smiling again. Kelly just looks at her, breathing heavily, laying her head to the side on her shoulder. "Press your button and I'll take Quinton's headphones and give them to you." Kelly looks at Morgan and then at you. A fresh wave of panic hits you as you wonder if Kelly will do it. She turns back to Morgan, kneeling in front of her, and spits in her face. Morgan chuckles, blinks, and casually wipes the little glob of blood and sick off her cheek. "Well then, have fun." She stands and leaves the room, adjusting your headphones for you as she goes. After a few seconds the cycles begin again. Through the strobing lights you can see Kelly straining against her bonds, her mouth open in a full throated scream of agony now, you close your eyes and try to be somewhere else as the session seems to go on forever.

Finally the lights stop again and you strain your neck to look behind you. You see Morgan and Tiffany both coming in now. Tiffany reaches you and removes the headphones. The first sound you hear is Kelly's pathetic sobbing. Morgan kneels in front of her once more and uses a tissue to dry her tears in a perverse gesture of comfort. She holds Kelly's face in her hands as she speaks.

"If you press his button. Right now. I'll untie you and give you headphones and a blindfold and let you sleep on the floor in the corner." Kelly looks down away from you. You see another tear fall from her right eye. That's the last thing you see as your entire body convulses. You throw your head back and scream, the electricity coursing through you. After a few minutes of white hot pain, the current subsides and you beg and plead once again to be let go.

"Please! Tell me how to be good! I need to be good! I want to be good! I trust you Morgan!" She ignores you as she carefully unties Kelly from the chair. Kelly falls forward to the ground, entirely too weak to stand or move herself. Tiffany walks over from the table carrying the headphones and a blindfold. She puts them both on Kelly before helping Morgan pick her up and half carry, half drag her into the corner where they drop her to the concrete once again. She curls into a ball facing away from you, shivering. Morgan and Tiffany turn to you, still smiling their evil smiles. They walk out as your cries become ****. "PLEASE GOD! NO! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I'LL BE WHATEVER YOU WANT! I'LL BE GOOD I SWEAR!" The door slams and the lights and sounds start again, this time punctuated by regular shocks from the wires still attached all over your body. You scream and writhe, agony your only existence for several minutes which feel like several lifetimes until you simply cannot take anymore. You finally blackout, unable to maintain consciousness despite the overstimulation of your every nerve.