Alyah spent the rest of the afternoon deeply concerned. Whichever power to bend the rules the director had, could undoubtedly be a problem. The most obvious suspicion was that she wanted some kind of sexual favor. Alyah would dislike it but she hoped that it would be short and fast, if she couldn't stop it. She truly liked being there. Busy and distracted she had no time to think on her miseries and the routine had her protected from stressful situations. The seldom assholness of the guards, yelling and touching too much was inconvenient but bearable.

Later at night the first alarm sounded. All the immates had ten minutes to go to their cells if they weren't already there. After that time the guards would start entering in the cells. Again they had to stand in front of the wall, above the line dawn on the floor, and wait for the guard to come free them. Not being there meant punishment. About half an hour after the first alarm, the second ordered the immates to use the bathroom, clean whatever they had to clean, put on the pyjamas, lay on the bed, and close the cuffs, before the lights went off, twenty minutes later. Alyah of course knew the routine well. After those twenty minutes, the screen above her head started to emit for ten minutes a series of advises in a paricularly dull voice. Obedience gets rewarded, you are here to serve, you must follow orders and advises of the kind. Many people fell asleep during that ordeal. Alyah didn't, Pauline had her too scared.

She had no way to guess the hour, but either the director was very slow or wanted to create expectation. Or it was all a lie. Alyah just stared at the dark ceiling. So much that she started to doze off.

At some point a hand caressing her tummy woke her up. It went slowly upwards until it met a breast, gently tugging with a finger. Then the hand went down until it found the crotch hair, playing with it for a moment. Alyah pretended to be asleep to see what happened next, and it happened that the hand kept going down and a finger pressed on her pierced clit. She couldn't avoid yelping. Opening her eyes was not of much use because barely any light entered through the door.

-Seems that you are not such a nice girl, with all those piercings.- It was Pauline.- If this conversation goes wrong who would trust your word over mine?

-I'm a very nice girl, ma'am, but I still can scream.

-And I can stop you.- Pauline put her hand on Alyah's mouth..- Please don't scream until you have heard my proposal.

-Seems fair, ma'am. Please, go ahead.

-You have seen the numbers, what resources are we expending for the extreme security level? How many people are in there?

-Food for four or five people at least, ma'am. Did I make a mistake?

-Must be so, because this week only one client registered for that service. If there are five people, then four of them have no name, no number, and didn't check in reception. I have access to all the computers and I assure you that only one person should be there.

-I'm very sorry, ma'am. I'll do the numbers again.

-Not so fast. There is something else. You already know that all the daily jobs are assigned randomly, and reassigned along the day, if somebody fails. At least one immate should be assigned each day to extreme security. The people there are under heavy bondage and need somebody to clean them, feed them and take care of them. Curiously today nobody has been assigned to that task. Nor yesterday. Nor the day before. In the month you have been here, have you been assigned there?

-No, ma'am. I didn't even know that was an option.

-So you see why I'm worried, no? Possibly five people trapped there. The extreme level immates are always naked and so there are no cameras in that area.

-You aren't sure, ma'am?

-I don't dare going in there. If there is something icky going on, and something happens to me, nobody else will be able to access. Though if you, or somebody else goes there, I will be watching the monitors and be ready.

-Are you asking me to endanger myself, ma'am?

-I'm asking you for help, for me and for whoever is trapped in there. And here and now, with nobody listening, we negotiate your payment for this favor. Ask away.- Pauline reached under Alyah's pants again and toyed with her clit for a moment. She gently made slow circles and Alyah found both awkward and pleasant having somebody touching her there after so many months.- I'm desperate, darling.

-Why me, ma'am?

-Because you have so many merit point accumulated that you don't know what to do with them. Because you work so hard that if you leave the hotel tomorrow, we'd have to pay you. Because you haven't screamed. You are brave, trustworthy and selfless. Name you price.

-You don't want to endanger yourself, ma'am, so you endanger me.

-I will protect you. If you go there and you are not out in an hour I will storm in there like a furious thunder god. If I go alone we are all fucked. Name your price.

Pauline kept doing circles around Alyah's clit for a while, then she moved her torso in that direction and lowered the pants. To Alyah's astonishment suddenly a tongue started to softly lap up and down her slit, followed by several warm kisses on both lips and clit.

-I will do it, ma'am, but please, stop.

-You sure?

-Yes, please.- Pauline groaned and left, locking the door behind her.

The next day, when the guard came to put on her chains, she was assigned as caretaker for the extreme security level immates. She knew where the door was, downstairs, more or less under the kitchen, but she hadn't been there before. The guard ordered her to go the lounge to eat breakfast and then ask a guard to open the door to the extreme area.

An hour later she arrived to the door, escorted by a guard. He gently grabbed her elbow and helped her going downstairs. The he used the same tool that opened the cuffs, shaped like a tiny gun, to open the heavy iron door. She entered and the guard closed the door behind her. She heard the heavy latch being fastened.

-What are you doing here?- Inside there was another guard, seemingly surprised by her appearance. Took her a moment to find him as there was so little light. She didn't remember having seen him before.

-I've been assigned as caretake, for the extreme level immates. I have never done this job. Please, instruct me, sir.

The room was particularly dark, which made measuring the distances difficult. It had several shelves at both sides, with about twenty boxes, two meter long each. In the middle of the room there was oddly a small fork lift. At the bottom end, to the left, a chair were the guard had been sitting, and to the right, the door of a one meter tall goods lift, equal to the one of the kitchen above them, and also a metallic cabinet. Alyah had used it several times to put bags of an unkown, whitish liquid and send them downstairs, during her kitchen turns. Ten bags exactly the day before, she remembered, in two deliveries, morning and afternoon, plus eight that had been sent upstairs filled with a more yellowish liquid and thrown into the garbage. Possibly five people in there, had said Pauline, and bags delivered in groups of eight or more. Quite a coincidence.

-Must be a mistake.- He said sternly. He didn't seem happy.

-I'm here to do my part, sir. Please tell me what to do.- Suddenly one of the boxes bumped a couple of times. The guard approached it, and hit it with his fist. It didn't move again.

-Very well. Let's begin.

The guard used the fork lift to remove the same box that had bumped from the shelf and place it on the floor. He used a device equal to those that opened the cuffs, to unlock the lid of the box and reveal its content. Inside there was a woman, laying on what seemed to be a slim mattress. Despite the lack of decent illumination she had trouble adjusting her eyes. Her ankles and wrists were encircled by leather cuffs, connected to eyebolts on the sides of the box. Two more straps encircled her waist and neck.

A metallic mask covered the lower half of her face. A tube passed through a hole where her mouth musted be and went to a whitish bag that had been saved in a slot next to her head. The same kind of bag that Alyah had been sending in her kitchen turns. The woman had a metallic contraption covering her crotch like a pair of paticularly heavy panties. Another thinner tube passed through a hole where the woman's pussy musted be into a yellowish bag resting between her legs. The first one musted be food and the other one urine. Unknowingly she had been feeding the people in those boxes. Aside from those items, she was naked.

-What..., should I do, sir?- She asked hesitangtly. She wanted to get out quickly but she had to do what Pauline had request. Watch, learn, and report. The man went to the cabinet and came back with a sponge and water. Then he unlocked Alyah's handcuffs and relocked her in front of her.

-Clean them. Replace the food bags if they are empty. There are more in the cabinet.- He pointed at the bag with the whitish liquid, already half empty and then to the cabinet.- If the pee bag is full, replace it with an empty food bag.- Then he spanked Alyah's ass and went to his chair to do whatever he was doing.

-And, eh... The other immates?- Alyah asked, in an innocent tone. He coughed.

-What others? There is only her.- Alyah started to sweat. The guard had lied. Pauline was right. There was people trapped in those boxes. She had revealed that she knew and now he knew too. She got busy cleaning the poor woman, hoping that she was the client who had willingly decided to spend her days in there for some reason. The only one that had left a trail of paper, unlike the other four.

After cleaning the woman, the guard closed the lid again and put her back in the shelf. Then he reattached Alyah's cuffs on her back and opened the door to send her out, claiming that there wasn't more work to do there and that he didn't need help. She had the rest of the morning for herself but decided to go to the office area to talk with Pauline. Unfortunately she wasn't there and nobody knew anything. Alyah could feel a notch in her stomach. She had gotten herself in a mess, maybe for trusting the wrong person. In any case she understood that she should act normal and play fool, at least for the moment, so she went to talk with the first staff member she found to request being send somewhere to do anything. She was assigned to the laundry duty, and she spent the rest of the morning and afternoon acting as a guide for a blindfolded hard level immate, and putting pillows and clothes in and out of the cart, that the other person had to drag.

It wasn't the first time that they had worked together, as she reognized her companion for her height and body shape. If normally a guard should be guiding the hard level immates, they knew that Alyah would do her part and so they allowed her to go alone. It was a strange sight. A hard level immate, number 863927, linked through the neck chain to the waist belt of a medium level. Alyah walked in front, pulling on the chain, the other immate dutifully obeyed as soon as she felt the tug, in turn pulling on the heavy cart. With her heavy patform boots, and the straps between her legs shortening her stride, took her a lot of time and effort going anywhere. Also Alyah knew from experience, because of the day she had spent as a hard level, that she would be sweating a lot. She didn't know when and how they got cleaned, but certainly not every day and not in the showers with the other immates.

Alyah visited all the open cells that were being used by an immate, whether they were present or not, and therefor had used pillows and clothes to pick up. Repetitive was not the issue, but having her hands cuffed behind her all the time. Some immates helped her but most didn't. Perfect for her anyways, it was easy, and had her busy for a few hours. As a kindness to her blindfolded companion she used to talk a bit, knowing that she would appreciate it.

When they got done half of the rooms Alyah decided to give her companion a rest and made her enter in a cell she knew would be empty, her own. There she tried to massage the other one's legs as far as her own chains allowed. She would certainly appreciate thet too. When she was doing the second leg she noticed that 863927 was grinding her hips together.

-Are you trying to masturbate? For how long have you been wearing the chastity belt?- Alyah gave her companion the closest she could to a hug, pressing her chest against the other's, and rubbing her masked cheek with her own.- Must be hard for you.- 863927 grunted and pressed her croth against Alyah's thigh and tried to hump it but the belt wouldn't let her get any pleasure so she stopped.- Better? Let's rest a bit.- To Alyah's utter surprise 863927 pressed her bit gag against her mouth. Feeling her uper lip she understood that it was meant to be a kiss. She had no interest in kissing women but 863927 clearly need a bit of human touch, so she kissed her softly a couple of times. 863927 tried to hump Alyah's leg and again failed.- There, let's calm down. We have more rooms to do. Later.