Kelsey’s throat still hurt. Sleep had not provided her any comfort. Every joint in her bound body was stiff when the rattling of her cage woke her.

“Time to get up.”

The sound of his voice brought everything back, and Kelsey was up on her hands and knees with a start, slamming her head against the roof of the cage. She reached up to feel her head when she felt the stiff leather mitts trapping her hands still.

“Kelsey!”

Kelsey looked up. That wasn’t his voice. That was Brook.

“What’d you do to her?”

Brook was standing behind Sean in the door, her hands clasped over her mouth. She was wearing a yellow dress that seemed very un-Brook, and had her long red hair curled in beachy waves. She looked very much like a stereotypical 1920’s housewife, with the exception being the bright red ball gag Kelsey noted dangling from her neck like gaudy jewelry.

“You said she could be such a bitch. She’s going to be our dog,” Sean said, reaching down and smiling at the caged girl while he unlocked the door.

Kelsey could be a bitch, and Brook had called her one to her face on multiple occasions when she’d really deserved it, but it still stung that Brook had referred to her as a bitch to Sean. Turns out she had been absolutely right to hate him, if only she’d convinced Brook of that sooner they all might have avoided this.

“Come on,” Sean said, patting his thigh.

“Kelsey, I’m so sorry!”

Kelsey spared Brook a tired look. She could give fuck all about her friend’s apology right now. She glared back up at Sean, remembering the pain of the shock collar.

“Come here. It’s dinner time.” He patted his leg more insistently.

Kelsey considered ignoring him. She could make him use the shock collar again. That would really make Brook sorry. But she didn’t want to punish Brook. Her friend might not be in a cage and tied up, collared, and muzzled like a dog, but Brook was still a captive just like her.

Lowering her head, Kelsey crawled out of the cage, ignoring her captor’s praises for being a “Good girl.” It grated on her nerves.

She looked up to see him grabbing her collar, too late to dodge out of the way as he grabbed her, the shock producing metal prongs digging into her throat. Behind him Brook gave a little startled cry, her hands freshly clasped over her mouth.

All she could do while her friend was grabbed and almost choked by their kidnapper was cower behind her hands, like some bimbo in a horror movie. If it were Kelsey, she would have jumped on him while his back was turned, grabbed literally anything and kept hitting him in the head until she was just hitting a puddle of brains. But Brook just stood there, looking worried, while Sean clipped a black leather leash to Kelsey’s collar. When he turned to her and offered her the leash’s handle, she took it, her hands trembling, holding it away from her with the tips of her fingers as though it might give her cancer.

“She has to get used to obeying you as well. You are her mistress now.”

There was a flicker of a moment where Kelsey considered the possibility that Brook was in on this. That she had helped orchestrate the kidnapping of her roommates with her boyfriend. But that was crazy. A bad judge of character, obviously. Terrible taste in men, clearly. But cruelty was not in Brook’s nature. Kelsey had known Brook for years even before they’d moved in together, and the Brook she knew was not capable of this.

“I’m so sorry,” Brook repeated, looking down at Kelsey, her big doe eyes filled with pity.

“Ah ah ah,” Sean chided. “We don’t apologize to animals. We don’t want her thinking we’ve made some sort of mistake.” He looked at Kelsey the entire time, that cruel smile on his smug face, challenging her to step out of line and refute his words.

“Please, Sean!” Brook pleaded.

“Do you need your gag back in?” he asked, his fingers stroking the ball gag hanging around her neck. Brook shook her head quickly, keeping her mouth shut. “Good.” His fingers hooked around the strap, using it to pull her in closer for a kiss.

Kelsey wanted to vomit.

Sean leaned down and unstrapped Kelsey’s own muzzle, pulling the drool soaked ball out of her aching mouth. Kelsey worked her jaw, glaring up at him through the leather dog mask.

“What do you say?”

It was a test. He’d made her bark for him once already, after god only knew how many volts of electricity he’d shocked her with from the hateful collar still wrapped around her throat. He wanted to see if the point he’d made had sunk in.

Now was not the time to fight back. Brook didn’t look to be in too bad of shape, but she herself was largely helpless in her bonds, and she still had no clue what he’d done with Sara. There was no benefit in defying him now.

“I’m going to enjoy killing you.”

She’d meant to bark, but when she opened her mouth, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it, the cocky words spilling from her mouth, her voice still hoarse from the last time he’d tortured her.

“Pity. Here I was hoping you’d learned something. I guess some dogs are easier to train than others,” he said, his hand dipping into his pocket.

Kelsey braced herself. “Go to hurrrghhh—“

It hurt more than she remembered. Fiery pain surged through her neck, and she dropped to her side, curling into a ball and pressing her mitt covered hands against her collar in a futile attempt to rip the torturous device off.

“Stop it! You’re hurting her!!!”

Kelsey was only vaguely aware that Brook was screaming. Any hope she had that he might have wanted to shield Brook from his cruelty was dashed. It was crazy that she could have thought that. It felt like an eternity while he left the collar on, not like before where he would just shock her repeatedly. Her agony was infinite.

And then it stopped. As suddenly as it had started, it was over, leaving her with the distinct taste of metal in her mouth and what felt like battery acid in her joints. Kelsey managed to lift her head, looking up at her captor. At some point during her electrocution, Sean had gagged Brook, the bright red ball wedged behind her pearly white teeth, her tears leaving streaks on the thick black strap.

“Would you like to try that again?”

“Arf.”

There was no hesitation this time, no considering her options. She did what she had to in order to keep from getting shocked again.

“Good girl. Now let’s go get the little one and we’ll eat dinner together.” He picked up the dropped leash and put it back in one of Brook’s trembling hands, closing her fingers around the handle. He took her other hand, and led her out of the room.

Brook followed, looking back at Kelsey. The two girls watched the slack run out of the leash between them, Brook extending her arm out behind her, prolonging the moment before it snapped taut.

“Plmmphh,” she garbled, drool dribbling down her chin.

Kelsey climbed to her hands and knees and forced herself to follow, led along by her friend on a leash. Like a dog. Like he wanted her. And Brook just let it happen.

Crawling hurt. Her bare knees striking the hardwood floors with each step. She was keenly away of the plug buried deep inside her shifting with the weight of the tail swishing back and forth behind her. The collar threatened to choke her as she struggled to keep up with the pace Sean set for them, and the temptation to speak, if only to ask them to slow down just a little, was almost too great to ignore. Any attempts to pay attention to the layout of the house as she had when he’d first brought her in were forgotten, and it wasn’t until that they came to a stop that she looked around. Sean was unlocking a lone door at the end of a hallway. Brook stood behind him, her hand still clenched tightly around Kelsey’s leash. Kelsey shuffled closer. How easy it would be for Brook to wrap the thick leather around his throat while his back was turned.

But that wasn’t Brook. She waited timidly, holding Kelsey’s leash for him while he opened the door to reveal what he’d done to Sara.

It had to be Sara. Even if there were other girls, and it wouldn’t have surprised Kelsey if there were others, when Sean had said “the little one” Kelsey had known immediately it was Sara he was talking about. Kelsey’s stomach dropped thinking about her other roommate in Sean’s clutches. There was no way Sara would be able to endure the kind of abuse Kelsey had been subjected to. Anger that hadn’t arisen when witnessing Brook in his clutches bubbled to the surface when she thought about her other friend in Sean’s hands. Brook had dated this monster, and in a small way she’d brought this on herself, but Sara, Sara hadn’t done anything to deserve this. The weaker, more timid, more sensitive member of their friend group didn’t have the fight in her that Kelsey had, and imagining her as another of his pets, filled her with rage.

The unmistakable sounds of deep, heavy breaths could be heard from inside. Kelsey started crawling again, brushing past Brook and stepping onto the blissfully soft carpeting, following Sean into the dark room. The leash rubbed against her shoulder until it was taut once more, this time with her pulling Brook, the two electric prods digging uncomfortably into her neck.

The light came on, illuminating a startlingly pink room. The thick, plush carpeting, the walls, even the light itself gave off a pink hue. Kelsey found herself staring at a large wooden cage mounted on legs about a foot and a half off the ground, the bottom right about at her eye level. It was larger than her own metal crate, with thick wooden rails imprisoning her friend. As her eyes followed the rails up, she realized there was no top on the cage. Sean walked right up to and slid the whole side down to the floor. There was no top because it wasn’t a cage. It was a crib.

“Did you have a good nap, baby girl?”

“Pmmmmph!!! Llmmphh mmmeeephh grmmpphh!” A voice, heavily grabbed but unmistakably Sara’s, came from inside.

Kelsey pulled on her leash, trying to get Brook to follow her so she could see what was going on. She hated being stuck on her hands and knees, so low to the ground. A glance back over her shoulder showed her that Brook was again standing frozen with her hands over her gagged mouth, a look of shock in her eyes as she looked on.

“Mmmrppmmmph!”

Kelsey rocked back up onto her knees, the tail plug shifting uncomfortably inside her but she didn’t dare make a sound. She nearly fell immediately as she saw Sara, strapped down to the mattress of the crib, squirming as much as her bonds would let her as she tried to avoid Sean’s touch. She wasn’t his pet like Kelsey, nor was she some bizarre kept woman like Brook. Her friend was naked save for a thick, white diaper, a pink pacifier strapped in her mouth, and pink mittens over her hands. Sara was the baby in his fucked up family.

“Are you wet? Is that why you’re so grumpy?” Sean cooed, reaching for her diaper.

“NNMMPH!” Sara shrieked, thrashing against her bonds, but there was no escape from this man grabbing her crotch, the diaper crinkling as he squeezed. Kelsey wanted to leap at him. Even if Brook had done nothing to help her, surely she would act after seeing Sara like this. The petite girl looked so helpless and vulnerable like that, crying into her pacifier and squirming. But Brook remained motionless, standing behind her, holding her leash.

“Still dry,” Sean reported, patting Sara’s crotch. “You must just be hungry then. It’s a good thing it’s time for dinner.”

Kelsey couldn’t balance on her knees anymore, and she dropped back down onto all fours. She immediately began looking around, scouring the room for something, anything they could use. There had to be something that had fallen on the floor and rolled under the crib or what she saw was a changing table across the room, something he’d missed and Kelsey, stuck on all fours, would see. A screwdriver, a nail, anything. One of them had to be doing something to try to free themselves. Sara seemed to be struggling at least as he got her untied from the crib, but the small, diapered girl was no match for him, and he easily got her mittens locked together behind her back before he scooped her up into his arms and cradled her like she was an actual child.

“After you, my dear,” Sean said, gesturing to the door. Sara had stopped struggling, and was staring fixedly at Brook, breathing heavily. Brook offered her an apologetic moan and then turned, tugging on the leash. Kelsey was yanked to the side, just as something caught her eye, something shiny under the back of a rocking horse. The childish toy had sinister hooks screwed into the back legs and handles, clearly meant to hold an unwilling girl on the toy. Sean had to have made all of this psycho shit himself, maybe it was a screw that he’d lost in the thick carpeting that she saw. She just had to find a way to get to it before he noticed it himself.

“Come on, Bitch,” Sean said, his voice low and menacing.

Kelsey scampered to get moving, not looking back, and allowed Brook to lead her again down the hall. This time they turned into a dining room. Kelsey’s eyes immediately went to the pair of shiny metal bowls on a plastic matt against the counter. She knew those were meant for her.

“You can clip her leash to that hook there above her bowl, at least until she’s better trained,” Sean told Brook as he started forcing Sara into an oversized wooden highchair by the table.

Brook gave Kelsey an apologetic look before hanging the handle of the leash over the hook. Kelsey realized quickly that she had a very limited radius of freedom, with everything but the two dog dishes set far out of her reach. One was already filled with water, the other ominously empty. She could only imagine what he planned to put in it for her “dinner.”

“Dinner smells lovely.” Their captor finished cuffing Sara’s arms and legs to the sides of her highchair and fastening the tray in place over her lap, and then he turned to Brook, hooking his finger under the strap of her gag and pulling her close. “Are you going to backtalk me again?”

“Nnn mnnff,” Brook shook her head.

“Good.” He pulled the drool-covered orb from between her lips, letting it dangle once more around her neck, a reminder he could shut her up again at any time. “Have a seat. I’ll be right there.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips, and then went into the adjacent kitchen.

Brook looked back and forth between the kitchen, Kelsey and Sara. Kelsey couldn’t see Sean in the kitchen behind the counter, but she could hear him moving around, the clank and rattle of dishes and utensils, the sound of an oven fan, the opening of a refrigerator.

“I’m sorry,” Brook mouthed.

Kelsey opened her mouth, ready to mouth a reply. She wanted to tell her that she should be. That this was all her fault, and an apology didn’t begin to make up for inviting this psycho into their lives. But then she caught the glint of tears on Sara’s cheeks in the light. “We’ll get through this,” she mouthed back.

Brook took a seat next to Sara, grabbing and squeezing her hand through the pink mitten. She made eye contact with Kelsey and gave her friend a very forced nod. Kelsey noted how tightly Brook crossed her legs, her free hand clutching the fabric of her dress over her lap. If Sean hadn’t raped her already, Brook knew it was coming. Suddenly the tail plug in her ass and the shock collar didn’t seem so bad. This might have been Brook’s fault, but her friend was by no means getting off easy.

“Delicious meatloaf and mashed potatoes for us, peas and carrots for the baby, and beef and brown rice for the dog,” Sean announced, coming back to the table with a tray. Kelsey eyed the bottom of it warily. She could smell the meatloaf, and watched as he put two plates on the table. He then held up two jars of baby food, and set them on the high chair tray. He turned around to Kelsey, holding a can. His fingers covered most of the label, but she saw the dog on the side.

“Enjoy.” His lips twisted upwards in a cruel smile as he pulled the tab and slowly peeled back the lid, letting her catch a whiff of the dog food. It smelled awful. “I got you the good stuff, I expect your bowl licked clean,” he whispered in her ear as he shook the viscous sludge into her bowl. It took every once of self control she had not to launch herself at him right then and there, but with the dog mask still on, she wouldn’t have been able to sink her teeth into his throat, right under that smug smile of his. He seemed to know it, too, standing at the edge of her range when he finally removed the leather mask so she could eat.

“Woof,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She half expected that small act of defiance to earn her another zap, but he let it slide, returning to the table.

She stared at the food, a congealed mass still in the shape of the can sitting unappetizingly in front of her. She could see the chunks of rice in it, and it wasn’t a stretch to connect the smell to beef, but there were a lot more unappetizing scents in the mix that made her stomach turn. Kelsey thought she remembered from somewhere that dog food was perfectly edible for humans, but looking at it before her, she wasn’t so sure. Logically, Sean was smart enough to not feed her poison; if he wanted her dead, she had no doubt he would think of more creative ways to do it. She was certainly thinking of creative ways to end his life. There was still the matter of actually eating it. Not that having a fork and knife would make it more appealing, but the idea of having to just sink her face into that cold, wet mess was triggering her gag reflex just thinking about. Glancing up at the table, it had to be better than Sara’s situation. Sean had switched her pacifier gag for a ring gag. Brook was trying to spoon feed her baby food through the opening, and green, pureed mush was dripping down her chin and onto the bib she was now sporting that didn’t even cover her nipples.

“You have to swallow, Sara,” Brook was saying as she gave panicked looks back at Sean. Their captor was watching them as he slowly chewed his own, delicious smelling food, meant for adult humans. Sara coughed and choked, and Kelsey couldn’t tell if her friend was genuinely trying to swallow what she could only imagine was disgusting food with her mouth jacked open by an uncomfortable ring set behind her teeth, or if the girl was trying to spit out what Brook kept shoveling into her mouth at their kidnapper’s behest.

“Does she need the gag?” Brook dared to ask.

Sean finished chewing his bite and swallowed. He carefully wiped his mouth with a napkin and then got to his feet. The three girls froze. Sean grabbed Brook in a flash, spinning her around and yanking her over his lap as he sat back down. He pulled her dress up, revealing she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and began spanking her. The sudden shift from calmly eating to savage spanking was so quick, his hand coming down like lightning in quick strokes, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the house.

“I’m sor— I’m sorry!!! Please!! Ow!!” Brook cried, her hands flying about, trying to shield her bare ass from the spanking but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them at the small of her back without even slowing down his relentless assault. Sara was shrieking, her highchair rocking as she struggled. Kelsey took a couple steps only to be at the edge of her short leash, the prongs on her collar digging into her throat, a reminder of her own punishments. She found herself flinching with each strike.

As suddenly as it started, it was over. Brook went limp on his lap, her ass bright red. Sean rubbed his hand, looking down at her. “Did I not make myself perfectly clear? I am to be obeyed in this house. You’re going to finish feeding the baby, we’re going to enjoy a nice meal together, and if you don’t start eating your fucking food, I’m going to shove that shock collar up your cunt and turn it up to ten.”

“Yes sir!” Brook stammered as she got to her feet, not bothering to try to adjust her dress. With trembling hands, she guided another spoonful of food towards Sara’s open mouth. “Halfway there,” she lied, looking at the mostly full jar of baby food. Sara gurgled nonsense around the mouthful and leaned her head back, trying to choke it down.

Sean locked eyes with Kelsey, daring her to try something. Kelsey lowered her face towards the dog food. Shutting her eyes, she opened her mouth and took a big bite. It wasn’t great, but it was better than she expected. It was a lot better than pissing him off.