Story 2 - Submissive Feminist

Chapter 16:

"Well," Carol said. "Let's install subGrrl in her cage. Then I think that Alice has made us a spot of tea!"

I was pulled from the floor by my sweater. Four of the monsters, the Doll Monsters, were around me. They began grabbing handfuls of clothing. Puffs of thread began exploding around me and the apartment was filled with ripping sounds. In seconds, I was naked, but for my collar and leash. They threw my naked, bruised body up onto the table and rattled me feet first into my cage, slamming the door and applying the padlock.

For a moment I thought that I was finally safe from the abuse, but apparently the physical boundaries presented by cold steel do not matter to ethereal monster dolls. Hands yanked my hair back and my feeding gag was applied and buckled. My hands were locked into their restraining cuffs. Additionally, I felt a belt wrap around my waist and pull me backwards until my butt slammed unceremoniously out the rear window with curved bar painfully crammed into most sensitive locations.

A hand slapped my ass painfully.

"Oh! She's such a cute little doll, isn't she? Can you hand me that yard stick over there, Jan."

"Sure," Jan said. "My turn is next though."

I heard the swish and I tensed, but it did not help alleviate the pain and I cried out into my gag. The monsters were giggling.

The stick smacked me again and again. Whoever was wielding the stick decided to see how fast each stroke could be applied. It was like my skin was being held to an open flame.

I heard a snap of splintering wood and the strokes stopped, as well as the giggling.

"Oh, Marcia! You broke the stick," Jan pouted.

"Tea's ready!" Alice called as she exited the kitchen area with a steaming pot.

They suspended their abuse of my flesh, but, still, I fought for my life through sugar tears and swollen sinuses. I moaned into my gag and spewed snot until it hung thick and viscous across the bars of the cage door. And when I settled and found that they, the Doll Monsters, had settled too, I listened to them talk about me as though I were sentenced to die. Their tense was past.

"Poor subGrrl," Cindy moaned. "She was overflowing with so much promise. It just shows how debilitating various special conditions may be."

"Ah, but she was quite an entertainment throughout her life," Carol responded. "I remember, she must have been in the first or second grade... They made her sit on the wall at recess for an entire week. The girls were chasing the boys, trying to kiss any that they caught. subGrrl did not understand the rules though, and the teachers grew angry when they found her chasing and kissing the girls instead."

The monsters howled in laughter as I too remembered the recess wall and how I sat sadly not fully understanding what I had done wrong. I felt that there must be something wrong with me. Something unnatural.

"Remember that seventh grade pool party she attended?" Jan giggled. My face went further white and my cheek sunk in my cage until it grazed the bottom pad between my manacled wrists. "She had left her house wearing a one piece swim suit, but it concealed from her parents a bikini beneath. She felt so bold at the party, finally attired as the coolest girls were. But, then she dived into the water and surfaced topless. Her loving classmates threw her missing top far out of the pool and refused to retrieve it."

"Oh, yes!" Marcia laughed. "And that's when she became saddled with that nickname! Flatty-cakes! Ha ha!"

"But nothing has matched, nor been as precious as her multiyear crush on her college roommate," Jan screamed with glee. "What was her name? Heartless?"

Tears sprung afresh from my eyes and fell more thickly than any physical abuse could have spurred. I moaned and willed my ears to go deaf.

"She and Heartless were drinking at a bar... excessively... subGrrl suddenly confessed her love for Heartless and to her surprise and sheer happiness, Heartless admitted that she was bi-curious. subGrrl was so giddy after a tender kiss there in public that she even confessed her thrill for bondage."

"Oh, yes!" Cindy continued the story excitedly. "But like a fly to cat-ripped mouse flesh, came a boy attracted by their drunken, erotic kiss. Before, they knew it they were escorting him to their house for a three way tryst. Unfortunately, subGrrl had consumed too much and passed out in the car on the way home. Leaving subGrrl in the car, Heartless and the boy upturned subGrrl's room to find her bondage stash which included many secret, intimate, and embarrassing things, but particularly, several pairs of handcuffs. They returned to the car, tightened the seatbelt over subGrrl's unconscious body and secured her hands to the headrest and her ankles under the seat. They left her there all night, forgotten as they went inside and fucked like rats."

My skin had dissolved and every beat of my heart thrust a small wave of blood from an open, hot wound, out the door of the cage and across the table until it finally pooled around the sugar bowl.

"Heartless and the boy eventually became engaged, didn't they? I guess there is a certain justice that subGrrl had peed an overfull bladder of alcohol into the bucket seat in which she was secured," Carol mused. "Poor, poor, subGrrl!"

The monsters laughed on.