When the meal was concluded, the remains deposited back in the dumbwaiter to the hauled off to some other part of this place, the day started properly for the girls. What that meant varied from day to day. The girls followed the instructions of their collars. If they didn’t, of course, they would receive a warning buzz, followed by increasingly powerful shocks until they obeyed like good little puppets. 

Sometimes that meant doing chores around the dungeon, tidying up the various living spaces. Or they might be ordered to ‘relax’, sitting and reading something from the small selection of books and magazines their captors provided them, or play one of the board games they have available to them. Others were more random. At any given point, they might be ordered to move to a certain spot, in a certain zone, always in front of one of the ubiquitous cameras, and adopt one of the regular poses. Or she might be required to do jumping jacks or pushups or any of a number of other actions. 

The worst tasks, however, took the girls to the other part of the dungeon, the part that fully lived up to its name. It was fitted out with a selection of bondage devices, cages, crosses, stocks and shelves stocked with a variety of restraints and bondage toys. It was rare a day went by when the girls were ordered to ‘Zone 6’ as it was designated, to spend anywhere from a couple minutes to several hours, forced to play with each other for the cameras and their unseen puppeteer. 

Today proved no different. The morning passed easily enough, the girls moving through their regular orders with dull resignation. But around midday, or near as the girls could tell, the dungeon lacked any means of telling time, 1 and 4 were abruptly ordered to Zone 6. 2 and Melissa were ordered to wait at the dumbwaiter which soon opened, revealing two large, unmarked cardboard boxes. They were commanded to take the boxes and join the other girls in the playroom. Once there, the collars commanded them to empty them and pass the contents out. 

Inside were four sets of vibrating plugs, one for each girl, a leather belt with an adjustable crotch strap to keep them in and heavy leather hoods. Examining hers, Melissa noted the built in gag and padding on the parts covering the eyes and ears. Despite her misgivings, though, when the collars ordered the four to don their new toys, she and the other girls had no choice but obey. 

Reluctantly, they inserted the plugs, making sure they were in all the way before slipping on the belts. As soon as the straps were pulled snug, the girls found their belts locked automatically, leaving them no way to remove them. After picking up their hoods, the girls were ordered to stand against one wall. It was hung with numerous short chains at various heights with connectors on the end which could snap to the D-rings on the girls’ cuffs and could be automatically released when their captor chose to release them. 

There, the girls were ordered to don their hoods. As she guessed, no sooner had she put it on, Melissa was completely cut off from all light and sound…with one exception. The voice of the puppet master chimed in through some speaker in the hood, ordering her to chain herself to the wall. Pressing her back to it, Melissa felt around for the chains, mindful of the buzzing of her collar, becoming more insistent, warning of the punishment to come if she failed her assigned task. Eventually, she got both her hands secured in place. 

For a few minutes, Melissa just hung there, uncomfortably. Then, without warning, the plugs inside her suddenly cut on, full blast. She squealed as the sudden buzzing sent waves of sensation shooting through her body. Presumably, the plugs of the other three girls had cut on as well, but the hood cut off everything outside of it, so Melissa had no way to tell. 

After a few minutes of high intensity buzzing, the plugs suddenly scaled back. They didn’t cut off completely, but continued to hum on low power, teasing the girl. She’d been just on the verge when it happened, something Melissa found highly frustrating. Fixed to the wall by her cuffs, the captive girl rocked her hips back and forth, side to side, feeling the intruders shift inside her, but close as she’d been, Melissa couldn’t get herself over the edge. 

She had no idea how long the torment went on, hours certainly. After a much longer period at low intensity, the plugs ramped things up again, hitting the helpless girl with wave after wave of stimulation. The puppet master must have been watching her frantic struggles, because once again he timed things just right, cutting the vibrations back just in time to deny Melissa the release she desperately craved. To her horror, it seemed the pattern would continue, for as long as her captors wanted it to. 

Fortunately, her torment eventually came to an end. The plugs intensified and this time did not stop, until Melissa had been sent crashing over the edge into a thunderous climax that made her scream into the hood’s built-in gag. When the attachments on the chains automatically released, she couldn’t stand, but fell to her knees, arms wrapped tight around her body as the after effects slowly faded. 

After she’d had a minute to recover, somewhat at least, she was still stiff and sore from the extended bondage and desperately needed the bathroom, Melissa got the order to remove her hood. She blinked in the sudden light, after hours of total darkness. Nearby, the other captives were taking off their own hoods, looking sweaty and exhausted from the recent ordeal. 

The collar ordered them to remove the belts, which unlocked automatically, followed by the by-now very slick plugs. As the girls were ordered to put them away, Melissa suddenly noted how there was a new shelf, marked with the number the instructions had said. It had plastic busts to hang the hoods over and, worryingly, places to plug the vibrating plugs in to recharge so they would be ready for use again. None of that, Melissa knew, had been there when she’d donned the hood. 

Some person or persons had been in the room, with her and the other girls, while they were hooded and helpless. The thought that, while she’d been unaware of anything but the plugs vibrating inside her, someone had been mere feet away without her knowing it, made her shiver with fright. 

As the girls were ordered back into the main dungeon, she saw there had been other changes made. The table in the dining area had been replaced, the small round one swapped out for a larger, rectangular one with eight chairs. The living space had new chairs as well. It wasn’t until the end of the day, when the girls were ordered back to the cell block did things make sense. 

Marching in line with the other girls, Melissa gasped. Their individual cells were unchanged, but beyond 4’s cell, the corridor in front had been extended. As hard as she looked, even at the risk of a punishment shock for breaking from her required pose, Melissa couldn’t see any obvious signs of recent construction. It was as if the hallway had been stretched out by magic. In the extra space, four more cells had been added to the wall. The floor in front of them were already stenciled ‘5’ ‘6’ ‘7’ and ‘8’. 

In front of her, Melissa's cell door slid open. Obediently, the teen followed the order to step inside. As she lay down to sleep, she knew that soon, maybe even the following morning, there would be some new puppets joining her and the other girls in this dungeon…