The Steel Collar

Chapter 9 - Buttercup's Story

 

Buttercup sat against the back of the cage disconsolately pulling at her right wrist cuff, trying to slip her chubby hand from the obdurate steel.  The futility of escaping from her bondage finally forced her to place her head in her hands and sob uncontrollably.

 

Lisa sat as far back as the ankle chain would allow, fearing another outburst from the larger woman.  The chains still lay in a bundle in the center of the cage.

 

"I won't chain you"

 

"What?" Buttercup’s tear-stained face looked up angrily.

 

"I said I won't chain you, mistress", whispered Lisa.

 

Buttercup did not reply but she could no longer maintain her anger and tears once again began falling down her cheeks.  Lisa gingerly crawled towards her chained companion and placed a tentative arm around her shoulders.

 

“It’s ok, it’ll be over soon Mistress, they won’t keep us here forever. We’ll get out, soon we’ll get their trust and then we can get out of here”.  The act of kindness broke Buttercups last remaining composure and her body began to wrack with sobs.

 

"My name is Jennifer, Jen, my name is Jen. Don't call me mistress"

 

Lisa was never very good at consoling crying people she always felt awkward when people broke down in front of her but she could not help pulling the crying woman a little closer.

 

Lisa lifted up Buttercup's chin and looked into her eyes.

 

"Nice to meet you Jen"

 

Buttercup managed a smile through her tears, before looking back down.

 

"What do you do Jen? I mean in the real world, what did you used to do?"

 

Buttercup stifled her sobs, breathing more slowly, trying to calm herself.

 

"I'm... I'm unemployed", laughing unconvincingly at her own admission, "That's how I got here. "

 

Lisa laughed, pleased to have stemmed the tears.  It was the first time that Lisa had seen Buttercup as a woman in the same position as herself.  She had always been Sapphire's assistant but now Lisa only saw another naked victim of this madness.

 

"How did you end up here?"

 

"I think they call it a honey trap.  I was suckered by a pretty face."  Buttercup choked away another sob and wiped the tears from her face.

 

“It was Carl. I met him holidaying with my friend.  He was so charming and I was feeling so sorry from myself after losing my job.  I suppose he knew that, knew I was vulnerable, needing some attention.  A few dinners and I was hooked.  I couldn’t believe my luck, here was this charming good-looking rich guy just treating me like a princess.  Big fat me, like I was some supermodel.” She laughed self-consciously.

 

“He invited me and my friend on to his yacht.  He said we were going on a tour around the island.  I can’t believe how stupid I was, why I didn’t question why this guy wanted to take me on his yacht.”

 

“You’re pretty, don’t put yourself down.  They wouldn’t have taken you if you weren’t”

 

Buttercup sighed.

 

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter now.  You don’t know the best part.  I just let him do this to me, no struggle, nothing.  I was crawling at his feet like a stupid horny bitch, without him even trying.  He had some chains hanging on the cabin wall.  I spotted them as soon as I walked in, I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Why I didn’t just turn and run then, I don’t know.  I suppose I trusted him, just saw it as another part of this surreal adventure I was on. I asked him what they were and he gave me some story about his family making their money in the slave business and how they were replica of what they used to keep the woman they captured in.  I asked him if he would buy me if I were a slave.  I thought I was being so racy, like I was playing a role in a movie.  He made me feel so confident, so alive, like I could do anything.  I felt like I was in charge for the first time in so long.  He told me that it was impossible to tell, as slaves were always naked when they were valued.  I was so turned on by his little game.  I’d always felt like I was boring, my boyfriends treated me like I was.  Here I was playing a kinky game with this handsome guy who could not take his eyes off me.  I undid my bikini and stood in front of him naked, posing like I was in some beauty pageant. He didn’t say anything just went to the wall and took down the chains.  As soon as I saw him take them down, I just wanted him to chain me up. Can you believe that?

 

Buttercup pulled at the ring of her collar, twisting the snug band around. “Now I’d do anything to get this fucking thing off”

 

“They gave me mine as a present”, Lisa admitted. “I let him put it on me.  I lifted up my hair and let him put it around my neck.  You didn’t know, how could we, how could anyone imagine this”. 

 

Buttercup let go of the ring and let her hands fall to her lap.

 

“I suppose the rest is obvious.  He shackled my ankles first, there was a chain connecting them to the cuffs and collar.  He worked his way up my body, kissing his way up my thigh.  I’d never felt anything like it.  I loved the tightness of the cuffs pulling on my ankles. He then licked me between my legs.  I tried to push him away, but he just took my wrists and locked the cuffs on them, still licking and nibbling, I thought I was going to explode.  I’d never even been tied up before.  Do you know the crazy thing, I felt so liberated.  I’d always found sex so awkward, never knowing quite where to lie or what to do. He took all that away, it was just so simple. He slipped this thing around my neck and locked it.   I pulled at the wrist cuffs and I felt the cold chain touch me between my legs and I just came. The best orgasm I’d ever had. He took that as his cue and moved away.  I just fell to the floor.  I was shaking, and pulling at the chains, it felt like it would never end.   He went to a drawer and took out a chain and locked it to my collar.  He could have done anything to me then, I was totally his.  I can imagine now how ridiculous I looked squirming about on the floor, turning myself on.  He pulled me to my hands and knees and walked me across the floor.  I followed him panting like a pet dog on a leash.  I was so excited, trying to imagine what he was going to do to me next.  It wasn’t until he started pulling me out the cabin that I freaked out a little. I didn’t want anyone to see me like that.  I started to get frightened, imagining my friend seeing me naked and chained on my hands and knees.  He just pulled harder and became cold, not listening to me.  He pulled me up to my feet and dragged me along to my cabin.  He threw me in and locked the door.  My friend was on the bed, out cold.  She was naked wearing the exact same chains as me. I went crazy trying to get out.  I tried to wake my friend but she was drugged.  He left me there all night.  The next day he came in and shook my friend awake.  He ignored us and put gags in our mouths to shut us up.  He locked my leash to Kathy’s collar.  He had a thin stick with him, which he used to herd us off the boat.  I couldn’t believe it.  He had no emotion as he whipped us down to this place.  It all seemed unreal, shuffling along, being pulled behind my friend, a ball strapped in my mouth”

 

“Where’s your friend?”

”Kathy? She graduated a couple of weeks ago and I haven’t seen her since.  It was my turn to get out of here.  I don’t know why they haven’t taken me out of here. I do what they say, I try to be a good slave, I do what they say, why am I still here?”  Buttercup began to cry again.  Lisa hugged her, trying to console the sobbing woman.

 

“You should chain me up, they’ll hurt us even more if you don’t”, Lisa looked reluctantly at the gleaming chain at the center of the cage.

 

“Please, you have to. It’s too late for me. You haven’t done anything wrong.  Please I want you to”

 

Lisa reached over and picked up the two lengths of chain.  Buttercup lay on her stomach in front of her and placed her hands behind her back.  Lisa hesitated, still unsure what to do. 

 

“Please, just do it”, begged Buttercup.

 

 Lisa took the chain and with the two padlocks secured the two wrist cuffs together.

“Now chain my ankles and thread it around the chain on my wrists”.  Lisa obeyed her instructions.  Buttercup groaned as her feet were pulled up into a hogtie.  The two chains grated against each other as Buttercup tried to get comfortable.  She rolled over on to her side.

 

“Now the clamps”

 

Lisa took one of the small clamps and slipped it over the bell and ring piercing Buttercups nipple and tightened at the base of the pert bud.  She turned the screw forcing the nipple to swell.  Buttercup moaned as it bit into her.

 

“Tighter, two more turns.  She’ll check”

 

Lisa unwillingly turned the screw twice more.  Buttercup squealed as she made the last turn but made no attempt to stop her.  The nipple swelled up over the clamp, the nipple ring pushing up against it. Lisa quickly attached the second clamp, not wanting to prolong the torment any longer than necessary. 

 

“Ahh, ahh, put it lower, further under the ring.  It’s pushing against it too much”, Buttercup twisted in pain, pulling hard at her cuffs.  Lisa quickly loosened the clamp and pushed it down lower on the nipple.  Buttercup breathed heavily, overcoming the waves of pain from her swollen nipples.  Her large melon breasts shook as she unconsciously tried to shake off the clamps.  Lisa straightened out her chained leg moving it closer to Buttercups raised ankles.  The chain connecting the two of their anklets making it difficult for them to sit close together.  With difficulty Lisa moved so Buttercup was between her thighs, her head resting on her lap and stroked her hair, trying to calm her. 

 

“Thank you” whispered Buttercup.

 

“What for?”

 

“For being my friend”

 

Buttercup twisted around and gently kissed Lisa on the belly.  Lisa starred down at the chained figure resting on her lap. The cuffs were locked tight around Buttercups wide wrists and ankles.  Lisa looked at the wide thick collar, close fitting around Buttercup’s neck, allowing no space between the steel and her skin.   Her own cuffs moved somewhat freely on her compared to Buttercups tight bonds.  Buttercups restraints were surely more uncomfortable than the rest of the women’s. She imagined Buttercup willing being locked in them and shivered as she remembered her own excitement as Carl had shackled and fucked her, how she had also so easily submitted to him.

Lisa jerked in surprise as Buttercup kissed her gently between her legs, sliding her tongue along the top of her shaven mound.  Lisa instinctively pulled her knees up, knocking Buttercup to the floor.

”What are you doing?”

 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Buttercup broke into tears, pushing her face against the floor of the cage.

”What have they done to me, I just wanted to thank you, I’m sorry.  I just wanted to thank you”

 

Lisa gently pulled her head back once more on to her lap and stroked her hair from her eyes.

 

“It’s ok Jen, a thank you is fine”

 

“Don’t call me that, you have to call me Buttercup.  Oh God.  What have they done to me? They’re right, I’m just a slut, a fat slut”

 

“Stop it, you’re just frightened and confused like the rest of us.  Don’t let them get to you”

Lisa felt Buttercup’s warm tears fall on her thighs.

 

“When’s this going to stop?”

 

“Soon, I promise, very soon”.  Lisa hugged her sobbing companion.  Buttercup seemed to calm a little with her assurances. Lisa just wished she was a sure as she sounded.