Return to the Valley Part 3 (bondage)


"That girl is no NCF, Maam."  Tonya said to Dr. Carey. They were in the
doctor's office. This was considered a public area, so even though they were
alone, Jane Carey insisted that Tonya follow the rules she had laid down for
all her employees. This meant that Tonya was now kneeling on a pad to one
side of the doctor's desk, her hands resting loosely on her lap. At no time
was Tonya to address her as a friend, in here it was all strictly business.
Dr. Carey sat in her desk chair and gazed thoughtfully at the kneeling woman
for a moment. "How can you be sure?"  she asked after a while. "Gut feeling,
Maam." Tonya replied, still working the stiffness out of her mouth from the
huge gag she had been required to wear while in the girl's cell. That Ashley
had kept her gagged for the twenty minutes it took to arrange this meeting,
hadn't helped. Privately Tonya planned to get her own back on Ashley, but
there were bigger concerns right now. "Gut feeling."  Jane Carey replied. "I
was hoping for something more from you, Tonya." "Without talking to her,
there is nothing more I can tell you, Maam.  She's covered in various
injuries and may be in a partial state of shock." "We've seen worse, for some
people being abused like that is exactly what they want."  replied the
doctor. "It doesn't feel right, Maam.  I want to get that hood off, just to
ask her. Just to look in her eyes." "That violates everything we do here. How
can our clients trust us to maintain their lifestyles if we ignore the
instructions they give us." "How can we not take the time to make sure that
everything is all right. What if Jane isn't faking? Her injuries need
treatment. Hell, you didn't even get to examine her, and ALL the incoming
Pets get that, no exceptions!" Tonya could see that the doctor inside Jane
Carey was fighting with the administrator she had become over the past few
years.	Her face was clouded in doubt. "I want to think on it for a while."
she said presently. Tonya nodded. She had a feeling that her boss would do
the right thing, in the end. "I'll let you know what I decide. Now go!" "Yes,
Maam." replied Tonya, and she leaned forward to kiss Jane Carey's foot,
before exiting the room. Glancing at a wall clock, Tonya decided that while
she waited for news on the new Pet, she would take care of one she already
had. Anthony. Entering the kennel area once more, she picked up a set of keys
from Lori and strode down to cage 8 where Anthony was kept. She stopped and
watched him quietly for a moment, and allowed herself a bit of time to admire
him as he lay asleep, his legs drawn up behind him in a lose hogtie. At least
she assumed he was asleep, the blinder he wore that kept him from seeing,
made it difficult to tell. Tonya signaled Lori at the desk, who
electronically opened his cage door. Anthony immediately began shuffling to
his knees, and was soon at attention. "Come on out Anthony, it's time to pump
those muscles of yours!" Anthony smiled behind his gag, but said nothing of
course. He shuffled forward on his knees until he was clear of the cage and
Tonya undid the chain that held him in his hogtie. Then he waited until Tonya
clipped the hogtie chain to his collar to use as a leash before standing up.
Anthony was a big man. 6'4", 240 lbs.  The words 'Greek God' always came to
mind when Tonya saw him.  His Mistress, an energetic woman who only topped
five feet in height when in heels, liked to make sure that her very handsome
companion here stayed in top shape. So that meant two hours, every day, in
the weight room. Tonya stepped back a moment to admire him, partial to the
'Greek God' look herself. He stood tall and poised, naked except for the
harness he wore. The harness was the same as the one everyone, Tonya
included, wore while in the Kennel (except for Dr. Carey of course who stayed
in her street clothes).  Kevlar reinforced leather straps crossed his body at
chest level, while a wider belt wrapped around his waist. Two vertical straps
came up over his broad shoulders and swooped down front and back to tie into
the straps and belt. His arms were locked behind him in leather cuffs, and
his legs were hobbled with chain. The belt held up a chastity device that
made it impossible for Anthony to be interfered with sexually. This device
was also duplicated in its male or female versions on all the Pets and the
employees.  This was to keep the Pets safe from possible damage from
themselves or from other Pets if sexual access was free, and to keep the
employees minds on their status. For all were submissives at heart. All Tonya
knew was that being around Anthony made her intensely aware of her own
chastity belt. It was going to be a long two weeks with him around. Her eyes
finally moved up to his face, at least what there was of it.  His neck was
covered in a very stiff collar that held his head straight ahead.  Leather
straps bound his long hair to his scalp, and held on the wide leather blinder
that prevented him from seeing anything but what was directly in front of him
at floor level. The blinder was used so that he could see to walk, but
nothing else, and was also a standard part of a Pet's outfit. It also had
written on it in large numerals the Pet's number. It was easy to get confused
as to who was who without faces to look at. The last part was the gag. It
held the mouth open, but didn't block it. This allowed food and water via the
feeding dildos to be given without having to remove the gag. Also standard
for all the Pets. None of this stuff came off for the entire stay of the Pet.
With a sigh, Tonya pulled on his leash and walked him to the gym. Inside his
hands and feet were freed but not his blinder and gag. As Anthony used the
weight machines and the treadmill, Tonya spent the two hours she was with him
alternately daydreaming about Anthony crushing her in a passionate embrace
with those wonderful muscles of his, and worrying about Jane in her cell in
Adoption.  What was she to do? She thought about it long and hard while she
moved Anthony from machine to machine. giving him lots to drink and generally
supervising his work out. Once all the work outs were done, Tonya led Anthony
to a shower cubicle and locked is wrist cuffs to rings in the wall before
turning on the water. She was just about to rub him down with a sponge, when
the phone by the door rang. Leaving him, Tonya answered it. "Tonya?"  It was
Dr. Carey. "Yes, Maam." "Meet me in Ashley's office as soon as you're done."
"Yes, Maam. I'm just washing Anthony down, I should be only another fifteen
minutes." "All right." Tonya rushed through one of her more pleasant tasks,
rubbing her hands all over Anthony's hard body, and got him back in his cage
before hurrying upstairs. Bursting into Ashley's office she found Ashley
kneeling on the floor with Dr. Carey standing over her.  Ashley had the huge
rubber ball gag in her mouth and the doctor was just locking it on. Ashley
didn't look too thrilled to be wearing it. Her jaw looked very extended.
Seeing that her boss was in a rather dominant mood, Tonya too dropped to her
knees. Jane Carey smiled at her however. "I noticed that you were working
your jaw pretty hard in my office."  she said. "After seeing this monster I
can understand why."  She indicated the huge gag in the now very
uncomfortable girl. Tonya smiled. "Come on, let's go." Tonya and Dr. Carey
left a frustrated Ashley behind, and went to the door of Jane's cell. Tonya
used her wrist band to open the door and the two of them entered. Jane had
moved since Tonya saw her last. Now she was lying on her front, arms and legs
drawn up behind her. Kneeling once more, Tonya watched as the doctor gave the
chained up girl a looking over. Dr. Carey did this without touching her,
shaking her head as the count of scratches, bruises and burns went up.
"Jane," said Dr. Carey quietly. "Can you understand me?" The girl groaned and
began to shudder. She tried to move away from Carey's voice. Tonya thought
she was scared out of her life. "It's okay, it's okay."  whispered the doctor
soothingly. The frightened girl slowly stopped moving, but it was obvious she
was anything but calm. Her body quivered as it strained against the heavy
chains that bound it. "I'm going to take your hood off, all right?" The girl
remained still as the doctor approached. She mewled behind her gag when
Carey's hands touched her head. Tonya was given a silent signal to come over
and help, so she moved to where she could hold down the girl if she became
violent again. Dr. Carey pulled a ring of keys from a pocket and undid the
lock on the collar that held the hood on.  Jane was really whimpering now,
but didn't move. A moment later, The doctor had the heavy hood off, and the
pale face and bald head it revealed was wrinkled with sweat. Evidently it had
been trapped under the hood for far longer than it was designed for. The
girls eyes squinted in the bright light. Tonya wondered how long it had been
since they had last been uncovered. As Dr. Carey undid the gag that was still
in the girl's mouth, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of Tonya's stomach,
the girl looked familiar. When the tube gag came out, the girl immediately
began coughing, and Tonya knew for sure who it was. "Don't you recognize
her?"  Tonya asked her boss. The doctor shook her head, more intent on
helping the girl over her coughing spasm. "It's been on the news for the past
month, this girl was kidnapped from her home in Beverly Hills.	It's Liz
Morning, that actress on that new prime time soap on Fox!" Dr. Carey went
pale, and stared at the still heavily bound girl in her arms. At the mention
of her name, Liz turned to look at Tonya. "Please," she said, her once
powerful voice weak and raspy, "just don't hit me any more."