Chapter 7: The Begging Ritual
The silence after the control transfer was absolute. No hum of computers, no ragged breaths – just the oppressive weight of the Chat's gaze through the lens, and the twin remotes lying dormant on the desk like unexploded bombs. Sweat trickled between Merleperle's shoulder blades, instantly trapped by the slick latex, making the suit cling even more obscenely. The pink plug inside her felt like a cold, alien fist, a constant, humiliating reminder of the "nothing" it filled.
Then the screen exploded.
>> KNEEL. BOTH OF YOU. FACING CAM. NOW.
The commands weren't suggestions. They were law. Merleperle glanced at Baso, whose wide eyes reflected a mirror of her own dread. The suits squeaked deafeningly as they lowered themselves stiffly onto the thin studio carpet, the plugs shifting jarringly within them. Merleperle winced, the sensation sharp and unwelcome. Baso let out a tiny gasp, her rounder backside causing the latex to groan in protest against the floor. They knelt side-by-side, two gleaming, black statues under the harsh lights, the wires trailing from their plugs like umbilical cords back to the desk, back to the Chat.
>> HEADS DOWN. HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACKS. LIKE GOOD PETS.
They complied. Merleperle lowered her chin, staring at the chaotic pattern of the cheap rug – crumbs, a stray cable tie, the ghost of a coffee stain. The high neck of the suit dug into her throat. She felt her own pulse hammering against the unforgiving latex and the cold metal of the Chat collar underneath. Baso beside her was trembling minutely, the squeak of her suit a constant, nervous counterpoint to the silence.
>> NOW BEG. BEG CHAT TO TURN THEM ON.
Merleperle swallowed, thick and painful. Beg? For the violation humming inside those remotes? But the alternative… the leaked photo from the gym shower, grainy but unmistakably her… flashed behind her eyes. That secret shame was the fuel for this whole terrible engine. She opened her mouth. Her voice, when it came, was a dry rasp. "Please… Please, Chat. Turn them on."
Beside her, Baso's voice was higher, thinner, laced with genuine panic. "Yes, please! Turn them on? Please?"
>> LOUDER. MEAN IT. YOU WANT THE VIBES, DON’T YOU?
The taunt was cruel. Merleperle squeezed her eyes shut. The dark, unwanted thrill that always lurked beneath the fear stirred, making her skin feel even hotter under the latex. She forced the words out, louder, her cheeks burning. "Please turn them on! I… I want it!"
"I want it!" Baso echoed, the pitch rising hysterically. "Please turn them on, Chat! Please!"
>> BETTER. BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH. MERLE, TELL US WHY YOU NEED IT.
Merleperle froze. Why? Because they owned her? Because of the photo? Because some twisted part of her craved this surrender? She couldn't say any of it. "Because… because I'm empty?" she offered weakly, the words tasting like ash. "The plug… it fills the nothing?"
>> CLOSE! BASO, YOU TELL US WHY YOU NEED IT IN YOUR FAT LITTLE ASS.
Baso whimpered. "It… it feels… I need to feel it?" Her voice was a desperate squeak. "Please?"
>> EH. FINE. LET’S TEST LEVEL 1.
A symbol flashed on the stream overlay. A tiny green light blinked on Baso's remote. Then, a low, steady hum resonated from within Baso. She gasped, her whole body jolting as if shocked. Her back arched slightly, the latex creaking over her curved spine, pulling taut across her bubble butt. Her head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise, then fluttered shut for a second. "Oh! Oh god, it's… vibrating?"
Merleperle watched, mesmerized and horrified. Baso's breath hitched. A faint blush spread beneath the black latex on her cheeks. It wasn't pain. Not yet. It was… stimulation. Unwanted, undeniable.
>> MERLEPERLE’S TURN. LEVEL 1.
The light blinked on Merleperle's remote. A similar hum began deep inside her, centered around the cold intrusion of the pink plug. It wasn't painful, but it was profoundly weird. A deep, insistent buzzing sensation radiating through her pelvis, jarring against her bony frame. It felt invasive, unnatural. She gritted her teeth, trying not to squirm, but a tiny shudder ran through her thin body, making the latex squeak softly.
>> SEE THE DIFFERENCE! BASO’S ASS IS MADE FOR IT! MERLE’S IS JUST… THERE. LEVEL 2 BASO!
The light on Baso's remote pulsed yellow. The hum intensified. Baso cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound. Her hips jerked forward, then back, a small, desperate rocking motion she couldn't control. The latex groaned under the strain. "Ah! It's… it's stronger! Please!"
Tears welled in her eyes, sparkling under the lights. Sweat beaded on her forehead, gleaming on the latex.
>> LEVEL 2 MERLE. LET’S SEE THE STICK SHAKE.
The vibration inside Merleperle ramped up. It became sharper, more insistent, rattling her bones. It wasn't pleasure. It was like having a cheap electric toothbrush lodged inside her, the vibrations echoing through her hollow frame. She gasped, her knuckles white where her hands were locked behind her back. She tried to stay rigid, but her body betrayed her with tiny, uncontrollable tremors. The plug felt huge, alien, vibrating furiously against the flat plane of her rear.
>> PATHETIC! BASO LOOKS LIKE A LUBE COMMERCIAL! MERLE LOOKS LIKE A BROKEN ROBOT! LEVEL 3 BASO! LET’S SEE HER DANCE!
Red light on Baso's remote. The vibration became a violent buzz. Baso shrieked, collapsing forward onto her elbows, her hips bucking wildly against the carpet. "NO! Too much! Too much, please stop!" she sobbed, the words garbled. Her body convulsed, the defined curve of her latex-clad ass jiggling obscenely with the force of the internal tremors. She looked like a puppet yanked by cruel strings.
>> LEVEL 3 MERLE. SHOW US NOTHING HAPPENING!
The vibration inside Merleperle slammed into a brutal frequency. It was agony. A sharp, jarring pain radiating from her core, vibrating up her spine and rattling her teeth. She cried out, a raw sound torn from her throat, her rigid posture crumbling. She doubled over, forehead almost touching the rug, her thin shoulders shaking violently. The plug felt like a jackhammer. There was no pleasure here, only a sickening, deep-tissue thrumming that made her nauseous. Her vision blurred with tears of pain.
>> HAHAHA! DANCING HAMSTERS! OKAY, DIAL IT BACK. LEVEL 2 FOR BOTH. KEEP THEM ON THE EDGE.
The intensity dropped back, but the vibrations didn't stop. Baso panted, slumped on her elbows, tears and sweat dripping onto the carpet. Merleperle stayed hunched, gasping, the pain receding to a deep, insistent throb that still made her feel violated. The plugs hummed relentlessly within them, a constant undercurrent of control.
>> NOW THE FUN PART. BEG AGAIN. BEG FOR THE NEXT TASK. BUT THIS TIME… MERLEPERLE, TELL CHAT YOUR SECRET. TELL THEM WHY YOU REALLY DO THIS.
Merleperle froze. The blood drained from her face, invisible beneath the latex. The photo. The grainy image of her stepping out of the shower stall, captured by a hidden phone, sent anonymously to the Chat mods weeks ago. The leverage. The source of the blackmail thrill that now curdled into pure terror.
"No," she whispered, the word barely audible.
>> SAY IT. OR WE LEAK IT TO YOUR PARENTS. RIGHT NOW. THE ONE WITH THE MOLES.
Her parents. Conservative, oblivious. Seeing that… it would destroy them. Destroy her. The vibration inside her seemed to pulse in time with her hammering heart. The shame was a physical weight, crushing her.
Baso lifted her head, confused and terrified, looking at Merleperle. "Secret? What secret?"
Merleperle squeezed her eyes shut. The words were razors in her throat. "I… there's a photo," she choked out, the vibration making her voice tremble. "From the gym locker room. Shower. They… they have it. They'll leak it."
Baso's eyes widened in horrified understanding. "Oh god, Merle…"
>> THAT’S WHY THE STICK OBEYS! NOW BEG FOR YOUR NEXT TASK. BEG LIKE YOUR LIVES DEPEND ON IT. WHICH THEY DO.
Tears, hot and unstoppable, cut paths through Merleperle's smudged mascara, smearing on the inside of the latex hood. "Please!" she sobbed, the vibration making her voice wobble grotesquely. "Please, Chat! Give us the next task! We'll do anything! Please!"
"Anything!" Baso echoed, her own voice thick with tears and the relentless hum inside her. "We beg you! Please give us the next task!"
>> GOOD GIRLS. SINCE YOU BEGGED SO NICELY… OPEN THE BIG BLACK BOX UNDER THE COUCH.
Merleperle forced her trembling body upright, the plug buzzing angrily. Baso struggled to her knees beside her. The wires pulled tight as they shuffled on their knees towards the worn-out couch in the corner, past discarded energy drink cans. Underneath it, half-hidden by a crumpled snack wrapper, was a large, matte black box they’d never noticed before.
With shaking, latex-sheathed hands, Merleperle pulled it out. It was surprisingly heavy. They fumbled with the latch. Inside, nestled in dark foam, lay two gleaming, intricate devices made of polished steel and thick leather straps. They looked like… cages. Complex harnesses designed to encase the lower body, with prominent rings and hinges.
>> YOUR NEW ACCESSORIES. STRAP THEM ON. TIGHT. THE REMOTE VIBES WERE JUST THE WARM-UP. THESE ARE CONNECTED TO THE STREAM. CHAT CONTROLS THE LOCKS. AND THE… STIMULATION. SAY HELLO TO YOUR CHASTITY BELTS.