𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼

You shrank back against the bedding inside, trying to tuck the wire into your palm before she noticed. It was useless. Vi’s sharp eyes had already caught it. She crouched, big hand sliding through the bars to snatch your wrist with ease.

“What’s this, huh?” She yanked your hand out into the light, prying the wire from your fingers. “Trying to pick the lock? Naughty girl.”

Your stomach turned over, heart hammering. “Daddy—” you whimpered, instinctively tugging against her grip, “—I wasn’t—”

Vi’s brow shot up at the word, her smirk spreading slow. “Oh, now you remember how to call me Daddy, huh? You think that’s gonna save you?” She squeezed your wrist a little tighter, the calloused pads of her fingers pressing into your skin.

“You know this won’t fly,” she murmured, leaning in so close you could feel her breath on your cheek. “You know who’s gonna be real pissed when she finds out.”

Your pulse jumped. “Please don’t tell her, Daddy… please.”

She tilted her head, mock sympathy in her voice. “Oh, pup. I don’t think you understand. I have to tell her. You’re hers. I’m just the babysitter.” Her grin widened, teeth flashing. “And Mistress Caitlyn? She don’t go easy on pups who chew through their leashes.”

The sound of the front door clicking open made your stomach drop. Boots against hardwood. That familiar, precise gait.

Vi chuckled and released your wrist, patting your cheek through the bars. “Speak of the devil.”

Moments later, Caitlyn stepped into the room, her enforcer’s uniform crisp as ever, hat tucked neatly under her arm. She stopped when she saw Vi crouched by your cage, her sharp eyes narrowing.

“Vi.” Her voice was clipped, already commanding. “What has she done?”

Vi leaned back on her heels, still smirking. “Caught our little pup trying to pick her way out. Had this jammed in the lock.” She tossed the bent wire toward Caitlyn, who caught it with two fingers like it was evidence in an interrogation.

Caitlyn’s expression hardened, and she turned that gaze on you — icy, deliberate. You squirmed under it, heart hammering.

“Out.” One word, cold and unforgiving.

Vi unlatched the cage for you, tugging you out by the collar around your throat. You stumbled onto your knees at Caitlyn’s feet. Her gloved hand immediately tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so you had to look up at her.

“Do you have any idea,” she said slowly, dangerously calm, “what happens to bad little pets who break my rules?”

Your lips trembled. “I—”

Her hand tightened, pulling a soft cry from you. “Answer me.”

“Th-they get punished, Mistress.”

“That’s right.” She dropped your head with disdain, then glanced to Vi. “Hold her down.”

Vi’s grin returned. She hauled you up easily, muscled arms locking around your torso as she bent you over the low table in the center of the room. Your cheek pressed to the cold wood, your wrists pinned above your head in Vi’s strong grip.

Behind you, the sound of leather sliding free from Caitlyn’s belt made your breath stutter.

“You want to play criminal?” Caitlyn’s voice cut sharp. “Then you’ll learn what it feels like to be caught. Count for me.”

The first strike landed across your ass — hot, stinging, sharp enough to rip a cry from your throat.

“One!”

Another, harder.

“Two!”

Vi’s hand pressed firm against your back, keeping you down as you wriggled. She chuckled low, voice teasing in your ear. “Count nice and loud for Mistress, pup. Don’t make Daddy hold you down harder.”

The next lash fell, Caitlyn’s aim precise, cruel.

“Three!”

Your thighs trembled, breath coming out in shaky gasps as Caitlyn methodically belted you, Vi holding you in place every time your body tried to flinch away.

By the seventh, your voice was breaking, tears blurring your vision, but Caitlyn’s tone was merciless.

“Louder. I want the whole street to know who you belong to.”

You were trembling on the table, tears streaking your cheeks, skin sore and flushed from Caitlyn’s belt. Your sobs hitched with every ragged breath, but Vi held you firmly, her body pressing gently against yours. Her hands rested on your shoulders, thumb brushing the damp strands of hair off your face. “Shh, baby,” she murmured, voice soft, calmer. “Look at you, all messy and perfect. Daddy’s so proud.”

You whimpered, burying your face into Vi’s chest. “I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Vi whispered against your ear. “You’re taking it so well. So good for us. All mine, all our, puppy.”

Caitlyn, meanwhile, had slipped the belt back into place, her eyes cold and sharp. “Pathetic little thing,” she said, voice low and lethal. “Crying, still begging, still dripping from your punishment. And you call yourself a good pet?”

You whimpered, words caught in your throat, shaking under their combined control.

Caitlyn stepped closer, circling the table like a predator observing prey. “Vi, fingers.”

Vi hummed, moving one hand down between your thighs, letting her fingers find your clit. You gasped, body jolting instantly at the contact. Vi’s strokes were slow and careful at first, teasing, almost cruel in their gentleness. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Feel Daddy’s hand. Feel good, huh?”

Your hips bucked uncontrollably, helpless. “Oh—fuck! Yes! Daddy—please—”

Caitlyn’s hand shot out, gripping your chin again, tilting your head up so her gaze met yours. “Language, puppy. Beg properly. You’re not allowed to just whine.”

You tried, shivering, “Please, Mistress… I—I need… fuck—need your touch!”

Vi cooed softly in your ear, rubbing circles over your clit. “Good girl… that’s it. You’re doing so well for us, all messy and needy.”

Caitlyn’s lips curved into a predatory smirk. “You hear that, puppy? She says you’re doing so well. Every sob, every little whine—taking it all like a perfect little toy. And yet, you’re still dripping, still so desperate. Filthy, wet little pet.”

You shivered violently at the words, fingers gripping the table edge as your body reacted to both their control. “I—I’m yours—please, please—”

You were trembling, chest heaving, cheeks streaked with tears from the belt. Your sobs hitched as Vi pressed against your back, hands warm on your shoulders, thumb brushing stray strands of hair off your damp face. “Shh… that’s it, pup. Take it. You’re doing so well. Daddy’s proud," Vi whispered, voice soft, grounding, even as her fingers lingered on your clit in slow, teasing circles.

“I—I can’t—” your voice cracked, shaking.

“Yes, you can,” Vi murmured, her hand sliding lower, brushing against your folds, pressing in gentle, maddening strokes. “Feel good? You’re all mine, puppy. All ours.”

Caitlyn circled you, eyes sharp, voice low, dangerous. The belt rested in her hand, but it wasn’t the belt that made your stomach twist, it was her gaze. “Look at you. Trembling. Crying. Soaking. Pathetic little thing. And yet you think you can handle more?”

You whimpered, trying to shrink under her stare.

“Vi,” caitlyn said, voice clipped, commanding. “Hold her still. She’s not moving.”

Vi’s hands tightened just enough, pressing your shoulders down, fingers tracing delicate, teasing patterns along your spine. “Shh… that’s it, pup. Take it. Breathe. You’re ours. All ours.”

Caitlyn crouched in front of you, pulling two shiny metal nipple clamps from her jacket. They gleamed under the dim light. Her cold fingers brushed your chest, letting the clamps dangle just above your nipples.

“Do you know what these are for?” Caitlyn’s voice cut through your sobs like a whip. Your eyes widened, heart hammering. “Do you, puppy?”

“N-no—mistress—please—” you stammered, voice trembling.

“They’re for when you’re bad. When you cry. When you beg. When you try to escape or think you can misbehave,” Caitlyn said, pressing the cold metal just against your nipples. “and i swear to god, if you don’t behave for me, I’ll leave you screaming with them on, and you’ll fucking love it, you little brat.”

Vi murmured in your ear, voice soft and indulgent, pressing her body against yours. “That’s right, baby. Take it. Feel mistress. Feel daddy Vi. You’re ours. You can’t hide.”

“Look at me,” caitlyn growled, tilting your chin, forcing your gaze to meet hers. “say it. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you want them on. Tell me you’re our little pet.”

“I-I’m yours… please… I'm yours…” you sobbed, voice breaking, trying to sound desperate enough.

“Good girl,” Caitlyn hissed, snapping the clamps onto your nipples with a sharp click. You yelped, arching into Vi’s chest, shock and pleasure mixing painfully. “Do you feel that? Do you feel what happens when you misbehave, pup?”

“Y-yes… oh god… yes…” Your words were broken, whimpering, trembling as the metal bit into your skin.

"Don't forget it,” Caitlyn said, eyes wild, voice low and predatory. “every sob, every gasp, every whine—it’s proof you’re ours. You’re nothing without us. And we can do whatever we want to you. You understand?”

“Y-yes… mistress… yes…” you gasped, hips bucking reflexively at Vi’s teasing fingers, your clit swollen and aching.

“Good,” Caitlyn breathed, her smirk was dark, dangerous. “Vi, rub her. Make her beg more. Make her need us.”

Vi’s fingers pressed harder, circling, teasing. “That’s it, pup… take it… feel mistress and daddy Vi. All ours. You love it, don’t you? All messy and needy like this.”

“I—I love it… I love you both… please—please make me cum—please—”

“Pathetic little thing,” Caitlyn hissed, voice sharp, dangerous. “Beg properly. Tell me how much you need it, tell me you're our little slut.”

Vi cooed softly in your ear, tracing teasing patterns over your back with her free hand. “Good girl… that’s it… take it… show us you’re ours. Feel how good it is to be caught and used.”

You trembled, sobbing, body heating, desperate for release, completely trapped between their control. “I'm yours… I'm yours… I'm daddy Vi’s and mistress Caitlyn’s… please… please make me cum…”

Caitlyn’s smirk turned predatory. “Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, pup… we’re just getting started.”

Vi’s fingers moved over you with maddening precision, curling, pressing, teasing. Your hips bucked against her hand reflexively, every stroke sending sparks through your cunt and nerves. “Oh, fuck… Daddy… please…” you whimpered, biting your lip as your nipples stung deliciously under the clamps.

Caitlyn crouched close, one hand twisting the clamp on your left breast slightly, the other brushing teasing circles over the hardened peak. “Faster, Vi,” she commanded, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t just stroke her, make her plead. Drag her right to the edge and hold her there.”

Vi’s hands obeyed, fingers pumping into your pussy while the other hand pressed gently against your lower back to keep you still. “You’re such a good little pup… taking it… taking it so well…” she murmured, lips brushing your ear, soft and indulgent, while her hand worked you mercilessly.

“Harder,” Caitlyn snapped, tugging slightly at the other nipple clamp. “Twist it enough that she knows exactly who owns her. Make her beg.”

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, tears threatening to spill as the overstimulation built up in waves. “Please… please, Mistress… Vi… I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Caitlyn purred, her eyes sharp and commanding. “Vi, drag your fingers up and circle her clit, not too gently. Let her feel it—the edge, the torment, the need. Make her cum under your hands, exactly where I can watch.”

Vi’s fingers slid over your clit, circling, pressing, dragging in ways that had you arching violently. “Ah… oh fuck… I’m so close… Daddy… oh god…” you whimpered, hips lifting desperately, squirming against her hold.

“Good girl,” Vi whispered, brushing her lips over your temple, “so perfect for us, taking everything, being my little slut.”

Caitlyn leaned in, lips grazing your ear, breath hot. “Feel this, pup. Taste it all—your juices, your tears, your need. Let me hear how much you’re mine.”

You cried out, fingers clutching at your own skin, hips bucking uncontrollably as Vi’s hand brought you over the edge. A shuddering orgasm ripped through you, body trembling, clenching hard around her fingers.

“Again,” Caitlyn ordered, twisting your nipple clamps gently to intensify the sting. “Don’t even think you’re done. I want you soaked for us. Vi, keep rubbing her, make her forget everything but us.”

Vi didn’t hesitate. Her fingers moved with renewed fervor, circling your clit, pressing, curling inside you just enough to keep the waves of pleasure unbearable. Your back arched, moans breaking past your own whimpers.

“God… oh god, Daddy… I—” You sobbed, shaking with overstimulation.

“Shh,” Vi murmured, soft and indulgent, lips brushing your ear again. “You’re mine, puppy. Take it. Take it all. So pretty, so perfect, so wet for us.”

Caitlyn leaned closer, lips grazing your trembling shoulder. “Taste her, Vi. Taste her aftershocks. Let me hear her cum for you again.”

Vi smiled, almost cruelly sweet, and pressed her lips against your folds, slurping delicately, letting her tongue work over your pussy. You shivered violently, hips bucking, tears slipping freely down your cheeks. “Ahhh—oh god, oh god… Mistress… Daddy… oh fuck—”

Caitlyn’s hand followed, stroking your other nipple through the clamp, twisting and pinching just enough to draw whimpers. “Yes, just like that. Good little pup. Let go. Cum for us. Show us how much you belong.”

The second orgasm ripped through you, stronger, more consuming. Vi’s tongue and fingers didn’t relent, Caitlyn’s hands commanding every response. You cried, gasped, and trembled under the combined control, utterly broken, drowning in pleasure and the obedience fucked out of you.

“Such a perfect little slut,” Caitlyn growled, voice rough. “Two of us using you, and you still act like it's the best fucking thing that has ever happened to you. You belong to us. Say it.”

“I belong to you! I’m yours! Please—please, Mistress, Daddy—” you sobbed, voice breaking.

Vi’s fingers finally slowed, tracing teasing circles over your clit as she whispered, “That’s my good little pup… always mine, always perfect, always wet for us.”

Caitlyn leaned back, eyes glinting, holding your trembling form. “And now,” she said, holding up the nipple clamps, “we’re just getting started. You’re ours, and we’ll use every inch until you can’t remember your own name.”

Caitlyn’s eyes never left yours as she moved with precise, predatory control.

“Time to make you mine properly,” she murmured, pulling a pair of cold metal handcuffs from a drawer. Her voice was low and dangerous, commanding without mercy.

“Daddy… please… ahh—” you whimpered, squirming instinctively, but Vi pressed her palm over your back, pinning you to the nearby bed now. “Shh… take it,” Vi cooed, soft and indulgent. “You’re ours. Good little pup.”

Caitlyn clicked the cuffs around your wrists, snug, biting into your skin just enough to make you gasp. The cold metal sent shivers straight through you. “There,” she said, voice like steel. “Now you can’t even touch yourself. Not unless we say so.”

You shivered, wet and desperate, the tight sensation of restraint making your cunt pulse in need. “Mistress… Daddy… please…”

“Not yet, puppy,” Caitlyn snapped, smirking cruelly. “We’ve got plans for you.” She crouched, dragging your legs apart, and began wrapping ropes around your thighs, looping them tight against the bedframe. “Gonna spread you nice and wide. Can’t have my little slut hiding anything from us.”

Vi leaned down, brushing your cheek with her lips. “So good, pup… taking all this. So wet for us again,” she whispered, soft, indulgent, rubbing a hand over your thigh. Your back arched into the touch, shivering despite the ropes digging into your skin.

Once your legs were secured, Caitlyn’s gaze dropped to your cunt, already soaking and dripping from the last predicament of overstimulation. She unhooked a long rope from the bag and knelt between your legs. “We’re doing this right,” she said, her tone a dangerous mix of anticipation and cruelty. She pressed the rope to your soaking folds, tugging it through so it pressed into your cunt, binding it around your waist with a crotch rope that left every inch of you teased.

“Daddy… fuck… it’s too much…” you whined, hips jerking reflexively.

Vi pressed a hand over your chest, shushing you. “Shh… that’s right, pup. So tight, so exposed… look at you, all ready for us.” Her fingers trailed over your trembling stomach.

Caitlyn grabbed your hips with both hands, her grip firm and unyielding. “Ride it. Fuck yourself on this rope for us.” She shifted her weight back slightly, letting your pelvis lift and fall with the friction of the rope pressing into your slit.

You moaned, squirming against the ropes, every stroke sending jolts of overstimulation straight to your cunt. “Ohhh… Mistress… Daddy… please…”

“Say it properly, pup,” Caitlyn commanded, tilting your chin up with one hand. “Say it.”

“I’m yours… I’m yours, Mistress… I’m yours, Daddy…” you sobbed, body trembling from the friction and the control, hips bucking desperately against the crotch rope.

“Good girl,” Vi murmured, lips brushing your temple, warm against your ear. “Ride it for us. Take it. So pretty when you’re this desperate.”

Caitlyn leaned closer, eyes gleaming, and pressed down firmly on your hips. “Don’t stop. Grind, fuck yourself on it. Take the rope like the desperate little slut you are.”

You obeyed immediately, hips lifting and rolling, letting the friction push your slick over the tight rope. “Ahh! Daddy… Mistress… I can’t… ohh, fuck…”

“That’s it, pup,” Vi whispered, trailing kisses over your temple and cheek. “Take it. You’re ours. So fucking perfect, so wet for us.”

“Good girl,” Caitlyn snapped sharply, grinding your hips against the rope herself. “Feel that? That’s what it means to be owned. That’s what happens when you belong to me. To us. Can you feel it, pup? Can you feel how helpless and perfect you are?”

“Yes… yes… oh god…” you cried, juices dripping down your thighs, every nerve screaming.

Caitlyn’s hands dug into your hips, keeping you still while she watched every movement, every shiver. “Look at you, all tied up, all mine… want me to make you cum? Beg for it. Beg like the little puppy you are.”

“Please… Mistress… Daddy… make me cum… please…” you sobbed, grinding harder, the rope pressing into your soaked slit.

Vi kissed your neck, soft and indulgent, whispering, “Good girl… feel that? That’s what you wanted, huh? So messy, so needy for us… so perfect.”

Caitlyn’s grip on your hips tightened. “Beg louder. Tell me you need it. Tell me you need us. Tell me you’re my little slut.”

“I’m… I’m yours… please… make me cum… Mistress… Daddy… I’m yours!” you screamed, hips rocking violently, the rope grinding against your folds with every desperate motion.

Vi’s fingers slid over your thigh, then pressed into your slick, teasing at your clit as you cried out. “That’s it… ride it, pup… take it… cum all over for us… show us how wet you are…”

Caitlyn leaned close, lips brushing your ear, voice low and harsh. “Ride it faster. Ride it harder. Let me see you shake, let me see you drip, let me see you break.”

Your orgasm hit like a freight train, bucking violently against the rope, legs straining, hips lifting into Vi’s hands as she whispered over you, soft praise mingled with cruel delight. “So good… so perfect…take it… take it all…”

Caitlyn’s hands gripped your hips again, guiding the motions, pressing you firmly onto the rope. “Again… grind. Ride it. Cum for us. Show me how much you belong.”

Your second wave ripped through you, tears falling freely, slick running down your thighs, your whole body trembling as Vi murmured softly, “Mine… always mine… such a good little pup…”

Caitlyn crouched closer, hand trailing from your hip to your neck, voice rough with dominance. “Look at you, tied, trapped, dripping… this is exactly where you belong. I’ll fucking break you, little slut.”

Caitlyn’s gaze raked over you, eyes dark with possession.

“Still moving too freely, puppy,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. Her hands gripped your jaw, tilting your head back. “Time to really take control.”

Vi crouched at your side, murmuring encouragement, softly. “Mine… ours… so good, puppy… just take it…” Her hand rubbed over your bound thigh, keeping you pressed down against the ropes.

Caitlyn pulled a ballgag from her pocket, the silicone smooth and cold. “Open,” she commanded. You shook your head, panic flickering through your chest, but her grip was iron. “Now. You’re ours, puppy. You obey.”

With a trembling whimper, you opened your mouth. Caitlyn shoved the gag in, securing it with straps that bit lightly into your cheeks. You muffled a strangled sound, drool pooling at the corners.

Vi’s fingers brushed your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek. “Such a good girl… mouth full… still mine…” she whispered, soft praise that made you whine even through the gag.

Caitlyn leaned down, pressing her lips to yours through the gag, teeth grazing the silicone. She held you there for a moment, muffled kisses harsh and possessive, tasting your fear, your wetness, your desperation. “That’s it, pup. Mine.” she growled, stepping back. Her hands didn’t leave your body, gripping your hips, thighs, holding you firmly against the ropes.

Vi’s voice followed softly in your ear. “So pretty… drooling… taking it like the perfect little pup you are…” She pressed her palm over your bound chest, tracing soothing circles over your ribs while Caitlyn’s hands kept your hips pinned.

Then Caitlyn’s eyes glinted, cruel and playful. “Vi… get the vibrator. The big one.”

Your body tensed instantly. “No… please—” you tried to shake your head, shaking against the ropes, panic and arousal tangled together.

Vi’s voice was soft but firm. “It’s okay, puppy… you can take it… just let her do it…” Her hand slid over your stomach, cupping your sensitive mound reassuringly, and Caitlyn’s hands gripped your hips, pressing you down.

Vi returned with the vibrator, the sleek device gleaming in the dim light as she handed it over to Caitlyn. She crouched, pressing it against your crotch, over the rope pressing into your slick folds. “You like this, pup? You want it in there?” Her voice was low, predatory, but the hand on your hip was iron-strong, keeping you in place.

You shook your head furiously, muffled whines against the gag. “No… please…”

“Doesn’t matter what you want,” Caitlyn chuckled, pressing the vibrator against the crotch rope, letting the friction push it inside you. “You’re ours. You belong to us. Every inch, every sound, every drop of cum is for us.”

Vi leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear. “Take it… let it feel good… ours, puppy… feel how we own you…”

Caitlyn flicked the switch, and the vibrations hit your soaked folds through the rope. Your hips jerked reflexively, muffled moans spilling around the gag. She held your hips firmly, guiding your movements. “Ride it. Grind on it. Cum for us, pup. Don’t stop.”

You squirmed violently, body trembling, legs shaking in the ropes. “Ahh… mmmph… mmmph…!”

Vi’s voice soothed over the chaos. “So wet… so needy… taking it all… yes, pup… that’s my girl…”

Caitlyn leaned close, gripping your hips, dragging you down onto the vibrations harder. “Ride it… ride it until you scream and cry… mine, little slut. Mine. You’re dripping for me. Cum for me over and over.”

The vibrator pushed you over the edge, and you convulsed, body shaking, the juices gushing down your thighs. “Mmmph! Mmmph! Ohhh—!” You pressed your face into the pillow, gag muffling every desperate whine.

Vi’s fingers traced over your back, gentle and soothing, murmuring praises, keeping you pressed down against the ropes. “So good… taking it… ours… cum for us…”

Caitlyn’s hands gripped your hips again, guiding the rhythm, forcing your cunt to wrap and pulse around the toy. “Again. You’re not done. Cum again. You belong to us. Every drop is ours.”

Your body shuddered violently, orgasm tearing through you, vibrating rope and all. “Mmmph! Ahhh—! Ohh! Ahh! Fuck!”

Vi kissed your temple, whispering, “Good girl… taking it so well… such a messy little pup… ours… all ours…”

Caitlyn leaned close, dragging her hand over your cunt, then pressing her lips to your damp shoulder. “Look at you… shaking… crying… cumming for us… don’t even try to deny it.”

She held the vibrator in place as your third orgasm rolled through you, body trembling, rope cutting into your skin, hips jerking against the friction. Your moans, muffled and desperate, bounced against the walls.

Vi leaned down again, fingers brushing your jaw, soft murmurs of praise. “Mine… so good… all ours…”

Caitlyn finally stepped back slightly, watching your body shiver against the ropes, cunt still pulsing around the toy. “We’re not done yet,” she whispered, eyes glinting. “You’ll cum for us until we say stop.”