The price of rebellion (Warning: the price is not nice. Skipping ahead might be wise)

Princess was once again led by her nipple chain, this time down Corridor A. In the middle of the hallway was a room, "PUNISHMENT CELLS".

Yania looked at her master.

"There's something in here that you need to see, Princess. Most girls are punished by the switch. There's another room, Corrections, for offenses and attitudes that need further attention. This room that you see before you, it is something different altogether."

Pembleton unlocked the door, opening it for Princess. Her feet stepped tenatively, slowly into the room. There were clear plastic walls inside, cells, four of them. One was occupied. Princess' feet willed her forward, she swallowed a lump in her throat. There was a dark girl on a bed in the far wall.

"All girls are taken to this room, so they understand. Biting a man's genitals will earn you time in here, a week, a month, longer in **** circumstances. Escape attempts are a month minimum. And, trust me, your switch will not allow you to escape anywhere that you are not permitted. This girl here, Princess, is a permanent resident."

Permanent, Yania thought, stepping closer to the woman in the cell. Tubes came from the ceiling and floor, entering her body like a science experiment. She was strapped to the bed, that was placed in the center of her cell. Her head was facing closest the door, closest to Yania. Her legs were facing the opposite wall.

Her legs.

Yania gasped. The woman on the bed had neither legs nor arms. Her face jerked, turning towards Yania. Her eyes looked right through her, her once pretty face was contorted, her expression was madness. Sweat sheened her body.

Yania wretched.

"Her name is now just Pain ****," Pembleton's voice was somber. "She was a strong girl, once. Before I came here, she tried to rebel. She bit Dave's genitals, stabbed him with a shears, stole his Switch controller, and tried to use him as a hostage, to break into electrical. Tried to free all the cows. This place has more than one defense, though, and Dave was able to activate it. Even if he hadn't, she wouldn't have gotten far."

"She was too dangerous, Princess. A price had to be paid, an example made of her. All the girls have seen her, know of her fate."

Yania's gut wrenched, it was on fire with sudden pain. She gasped for air, clutching her stomach. She screamed. Suddenly, the pain stopped.

"Before now, I had only turned this switch up to a 4 on you Princess. I have required no more. You seem to be a smart enough girl to know your place without too much training. That was an 8. That is what Pain **** feels, all the time. 24 hours a day. Unless I choose to make it worse."

Pembleton went on, while Princess recovered. "It's not just her limbs that were removed. Her tongue is gone too, as are her teeth. She cannot injure herself in there. Her clitoris is gone. A few of the men that come here to fuck the cows... occasionally a man comes here to fuck her instead. Those men, are typically unpleasant people. Usually they turn her switch up to 10. Even being on 8 at all times, she can feel the difference, trust me."

"Her Switch is in constant use, and is replaced every two weeks, instead of every three months. Dave cares for her, rotates her, cleans her, changes the tubes that keep her alive and remove her waste."

Yania was standing again, looking on and listening with horror at Pain ****'s fate.

"She was young and strong, or her body never would have lasted this long. She will die young, I don't think longer than a year or two now, if that. Her heart will give out in time."

"Princess," Master rotated her trembling body towards him, blocking the view of the tortured woman, "I know that you do not want this fate. Any time you think of rebelling here, of recalling who you were, of hatching a plan know this: You can be made the next example, like she was. Any time a feeling or plan crops up, and they will, that you can do something about this farm, about your situation, you must purge that thought immediately. That thought is pain and ****. Do you understand?"

Princess nodded mutely.

"Turn up her dial to 9, Princess." Pembleton pointed at a controller box on the wall. Her own, personal switch controller, outside her cell.

Princess **** her feet forward, and put her hand on the dial that read 8. There were four dials on the box, one for each room in the Punishment Cells. Looking at Pain ****, she turned it up one notch.

Pain **** thrashed, her face contorted even more than normal. Her eyes focused briefly, looking into Princess' scared face. Then, almost to Princess' relief, they lost focus again, madness returning, and she looked much the same as before, only twitching a little bit more than before.

"Dave will turn it back down to 8 in the morning. He tends her every day before starting the rest of his routine. Come now, Princess, do not let Pain **** concern you. But do remember the price of rebellion."

"I'll remember, Master." Princess whispered, and together they left the room.

"Let me announce your presence here, and then we will return to your room with your final instructions."