Shock collar?

Unethical or not, you needed a solution for how to deal with a very scared and aggressive Becky. If you were going for the shock collar approach, you needed to be sure that you could find the collar quick enough however. It had to be somewhere in your study room. You wouldn't have left it laying around anywhere else. Somewhere out of sight from the Cassandra and Victoria. You quickly look at Charlotte, in your mind already imagining the sprint upstairs to grab the collar.

"If she wakes up, I need you to keep her calm. Tell her I ran off or something. I'm going to grab something to keep her in check." you quickly tell the terrified girl. You hope the words reached her, because her eyes are still glued onto Becky's squirming body as she fights the tranquiliser. You decide not to waste another second and start running.

With every step you feel a shockwave travel up your body and into your brain. You really hope it wasn't a concussion, because this was definitely not the right approach to deal with a concussion. You had other problems to deal with first however as you reach the top of the stairs. You make your way down the hallway and enter your study room. The papers were still where you had left them after going through them earlier that night, but you didn't have an eye for them anymore. Instead you quickly pull open some of the cabinets, rummaging through them for the collar.

You hear a clang, followed by the sound of shards hitting the wooden floor. You close your eyes and breathe. You knew exactly what Becky had just smashed, and it was not unexpensive. You'd get her back for that, if only you could find that damn collar. A brown leather collar with metal wires woven into it. A small receiver on the side of it and a tag at the front with the word _pet _engraved on it. Come on, how hard could it be to find it?

You were getting ****. Time was running out, made evident by the shouting voice of Becky downstairs. As you hear Becky shout at Cassandra, it brings back a memory however. Victoria had shouted at you just like that when she realised that you had borrowed" one of the shock collars. You remember angrily walking upstairs and slamming the door of your study room. In your frustration you had thrown the shock collar on top of the bookcase. Suddenly the memory rushed back to you and you look up at the bookcase. Now you just had to hope that it was still there.

You grab the chair from your desk and place it next to the bookcase. You jump onto it and nearly fall over, but you manage to hold on. You extend your hand to the top of the bookcase, looking for the discarded piece of equipment that was going to save your ass. Your fingers find purpose and you grab the item. You pull your hand back and triumphantly hold up the collar as you see that your memory was correct.

You quickly get back to the ground and take a moment to regain your breath. That was step one, but now the hard part would be getting the collar around Becky's neck. You could just order Eva to apply another dose of tranquiliser, but repeated use would only diminish the effectivity later on. You decide that you'll improvise once you get there, and with that decision made you exit the room and make your way down the hall, back to the living room.

Just as you reach the top of the stairs, you're greeted by a familiar pair of tits swinging wildly as the girl they are attached to bounces up the stairs. Her eyes are filled with fiery rage and her dark hair seems to flair out behind her as she runs up the stairs.

"I'll fucking kill you!" she growls as she leaps forward to close the distance left between you two.

Oh no, not this again, you think to yourself as you watch the voluptuous body of Becky rush towards you. From you position at the top of the stairs you could immediately see that she had underestimated the distance left to reach you however. Combined with the drowsiness of the tranquiliser effect, it meant Becky leaped forward and landed face first on the top step of the stairs. You hear the nauseating crunch of a nose being broken, quickly followed by a wail of pain and terror.

Without a moment of hesitation you kneel down and place the collar around Becky's neck. Before she even realises what you're doing, you've already locked the buckle and tightened the device around her neck. You press the button on the side of the device, activating the shock function and making it impossible for Becky to take the device off.

It looks like you just caught yourself a new pet to play with.