The collar was made of thick, black leather with rows of sharp metal studs running around it and a large, silver ring attached to the front. Catherine's heart raced as the blonde approached, a joyful gleam in her eyes.

Her tormentors expression was cold and calculating, a twisted smile playing on her lips. She knew the power she held over Catherine, and she reveled in it.

With a predatory grace, the blonde moved behind Catherine, her fingers tracing the outline of the captive woman's neck. The single mother’s short hair provided easy access, and her abductor wasted no time in placing the collar around her victim's neck. Catherine's body trembled with fear, her mind screaming to fight back, to run, but her limbs refused to obey, paralyzed by terror.

Here she was, a grown woman in her 40s, a naked and sweaty mess, about to be collared by a complete stranger.

The leather object’s sudden presence was oppressive, a physical manifestation of her loss of freedom and autonomy.

The blonde tightened the collar, ensuring it was snug enough to be slightly uncomfortable. With a click of a small padlock, Catherine's fate was sealed, and the redhead's giggles echoed through the dimly lit basement. Her tormentor circled back to Catherine's front, her eyes roaming over the captive woman's body.

"Now, listen up," the blonde said, as she looped a finger through the ring of the collar, pulling Catherine's face closer to hers. "This isn't just an ordinary collar. It's a sign of submission. A sign of your place in this household. Within, it’s reinforced with stainless steel, so you better believe that it’s gonna be a permanent part of your new attire. And…”, the blonde said, as she took out a small device from her back pocket. “…it can also do this”.

With the press of a button, Catherine's world erupted in a blinding flash of pain. Every nerve ending in her body ignited, sending waves of agony coursing through her veins. The shock was relentless, unforgiving, and her body convulsed uncontrollably as she collapsed to the ground, her screams piercing the air.

The redhead and brunette watched, their expressions a mix of fascination and glee, as Catherine writhed on the floor, the collar around her neck a symbol of her newfound captivity and the beginning of a nightmare from which she might never awaken.

As the electric violation finally stopped, Catherine lay on the floor, every muscle in her body aching and unresponsive. She felt disoriented, her mind foggy and slow to process what was happening. But one thing was clear. This wasn't just any ordinary collar - it was a shock collar. The kind typically used to train dogs….but a thousand times worse. The knowledge hit her like a punch to the gut, stealing her breath away.

"That was a 6," the blonde woman's voice cut through the haze of Catherine's thoughts. "Would you like to experience an 8? Or would our little princess rather stand up and do as she's told?"

Catherine's blood ran cold at the casual threat. An 8? She was barely able to take a 6. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to her feet, every movement an effort. She had to play along, had to buy herself time to figure a way out of this nightmare.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'll do anything you want. I can give you money. Just...please let me go. This is wrong. I won't say anything to anyo….”

ZAAAAAAP

Another shock sent Catherine right back to the cement floor.

Her tormentor regarded her with a cold, calculating gaze.

“Didn't you say this was a smart one?" the brunette eventually asked with a smirk.

The blonde chuckled, her finger still resting on the “shock” button.

“Well, she has a masters degree. Didn't do anything with it though. She preferred to become a good little housewife. So I guess years of cooking dinner and watching talk shows have taken their toll on our little girl here.”

Yet again, they forced her back up onto her trembling and unstable legs.

The short brunette, her nose wrinkled in disgust, took a step back. "Ugh! She reeks though," she said, her voice dripping with contempt.

The blonde nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we've got to do a good job, so she's at least halfway presentable," she replied, her gaze never leaving Catherine's face.

Catherine felt her cheeks burn with shame and humiliation as she kept her eyes cast downwards, unable to meet the taunting stares of her captors. She knew that any attempt to plead or negotiate would be met with another painful shock from the collar around her neck.

“But underneath all the muck and grease, we've got quite a good one here. C-Cup boobs, skinny and a good face. I'm usually not a fan of short hair, but it kinda suits this one, don't you think?" she asked as she reached out and grabbed a handful of Catherine's short hair, shaking her head back and forth, much to her victims despair.

“Ok then!” Suddenly, the blonde aimed her attention back to Catherine, her eyes narrowing. The captive woman immediately met her gaze, fear coursing through her veins at the prospect of another electric shock.

The blonde clipped the leash to the collar and gave it a firm tug, ordering Catherine to follow along. With no other choice, the 41-year-old woman obeyed.

As they made their way through the basement, she couldn't help but feel like an animal being led to slaughter. The three pairs of eyes were fixed on her, observing every movement, every twitch of her muscles.

Catherine's heart sank as she realized they weren't heading upstairs, but rather to a new, unknown location through a wooden door.

As they entered the next room, she immediately noticed the tiled walls and a large drain in the floor.

"First, we gotta do something about that disgusting, sweaty smell”, the middle aged blonde said as she removed the cuffs from her victims wrists.

Her piercing gaze fixed on Catherine, she snapped her fingers and ordered, "To the wall." Her voice was stern and commanding, leaving no room for disobedience.

Trembling, Catherine moved towards the wall, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. Each step was a struggle, as she fought against the overwhelming fear that consumed her. The collar around her neck served as a constant reminder of the power her captors held over her.

“Would you do the honors?" A twisted smile played on her lips as she raised an eyebrow.

The redhead, dressed in a classy yellow summer dress, eagerly replied, "I'd love to!" With a spring in her step, she moved to the side and picked up a large, heavy-duty hose from the ground.

Catherine's heart sank. She prayed that they weren’t going to do what she thought, but deep down, she knew that her prayers would go unanswered.

With a powerful twist of the nozzle, the redhead unleashed a torrent of ice-cold, high-pressured water that splashed onto the abductee’s body.

Despite her instinct to move away, she remembered that any attempt to escape would result in excruciating pain. Trapped in her own body, she had no choice but to stand and endure the torment.

The icy water stung her skin, and the high pressure felt like needles piercing her flesh. Catherine's teeth chattered, and her body trembled as the relentless stream of water continued to assault her. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of her situation, but the pain and discomfort were inescapable.

The blonde woman watched with a twisted sense of amusement as Catherine suffered under the icy onslaught. A malicious grin spread across her face as she observed the woman's futile attempts to resist. She took pleasure in seeing Catherine's dignity stripped away, reduced to a shivering, helpless victim. One of many.

"Get yourself clean, girl," one of them shouted over the deafening sound of the high-pressured water. Her voice dripped with condescension and cruelty.

Through squinting, stinging eyes, Catherine tried to make out which of her captors had spoken. Suddenly, her face was assaulted by a shampoo bottle that one of them had thrown in her direction. The impact of the bottle disoriented her, and she stumbled, struggling to maintain her balance on the slippery, wet floor.

In a desperate attempt to pick up the shampoo bottle, Catherine lost her footing and slipped, landing hard on her knees. The pain shot through her legs, and she winced, her body shaking from the cold and the shock of the fall.

The three women erupted into laughter at Catherine's humiliation, their cruel amusement echoing through the tiled room. They watched with excitement as she struggled to regain her composure, the cold water still relentlessly pounding against her.

As she lathered her body with the shampoo, Catherine's mind raced with thoughts of the life she’d known up to this point. The warm, comforting showers she had taken for granted, the luxurious bubble baths she had indulged in, now seemed so far away.

Catherine scrubbed her skin raw, desperate to rid herself of the sticky sweat that clung to her body, the grime that had accumulated during her confinement in the cage. Her hair, once neatly styled, now hung in tangled, matted strands, and she worked tirelessly to work the shampoo through the knots, her fingers trembling with each stroke.

As she rinsed the suds from her body, Catherine couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up in this nightmare. One moment, she had been living her life, secure in the knowledge that she was safe and in control, and the next, she found herself at the mercy of these three women, their motives and intentions a complete mystery to her.

“Now the cunt”, the brunette yelled as she stepped closer to her victim, making the high pressured water impact even more painful.

“Turn around and spread those cheeks”, she commanded in a cruel yet innocent voice.

Trying to avoid any further shocks from the collar, Catherine obeyed and bent down to present her most private parts to those three strangers, her tears now invisible in the endless streams of cold water, always accompanied by the laughter and taunts of her tormentors.

“Her butthole looks cute”

“Her pussy is kinda flabby. Do you see that?”

“Gotta work on that arch, honey!”

By the time they were done, the tired captive had heard at least a dozen comments about every single part of her body.

The whole ordeal took a whole 20 minutes. When the hose was finally turned off, Catherine was breathing heavily, her body covered in goosebumps.

Shivering uncontrollably, Catherine stood in the tiled room, her body still drenched from the icy water that had been mercilessly sprayed at her. The cold seeped into her bones, making her teeth chatter as she waited in dread for the next phase of her torment.

The blonde captor, who seemed to be responsible for her ordeal, once again took out the small remote from her pocket. Flinching in anticipation of another painful shock, Catherine was surprised when the device only emitted a series of beeping sounds. "One step to the side," the tall woman commanded, her voice dripping with authority.

Confused but unwilling to disobey, Catherine shifted slightly to the side. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity ripped through her body, causing her to gasp in agony. The shock was intense, but she managed to remain standing, her legs trembling from the effort.

"Perfect," the blonde woman said calmly, as if she were merely observing a science experiment.

"We're not wasting towels on objects like you. You're to remain standing here until you're fully dry, while we go and have some fun elsewhere. Your collar is programmed to shock you the moment you move more than 5 inches to each side. This just now was a level 4 shock, but I'll set it to a 10. No second chances for you," she said with a chilling smile.

Catherine's heart raced with terror at the thought of enduring a level 10 shock. She couldn't even begin to imagine the excruciating pain it would bring. Would she be able to withstand it? The uncertainty filled her with dread.

“Try not to have too much fun. Byeee!”

As the three women left the room, giggling with excitement, Catherine stood alone, her body shivering from the cold and her mind consumed by fear. She knew that any movement, even the slightest twitch, could result in a new agonizing shock. Trying to control her trembling, she focused on remaining as still as possible, praying that her captors would return soon and put an end to this torment.

The tiled room echoed with the sound of dripping water, a constant reminder of her predicament. She was completely unrestrained, but somehow, this sick woman had been able to lock her into an invisible cage of a couple inches.

As the minutes ticked by, Catherine's body began to ache from the strain of standing motionless. Her muscles protested, begging for any kind of movement.

After what felt like an eternity of standing motionless, her body shivering from the cold water that had been mercilessly sprayed upon her, Catherine's torment finally seemed to be drawing to a close. The door to the room creaked open, and the short brunette woman, still clad in her crisp green suit, stepped inside.

The woman reached out, running her fingers through Catherine's hair, assessing its dryness. "Good enough," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. With a few taps on the small device, which she apparently had been given by the tall blonde, she reset the motion sensor of the shock collar that encircled Catherine's neck.

Gripping the leash firmly, the woman turned and led Catherine out of the tiled room and back into the dimly lit basement. As they walked, Catherine couldn't help but notice the woman's pensive expression, her brow furrowed in deep thought.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and turned to face Catherine, her eyes narrowing with determination. "You know what? Get down on your hands and knees," she commanded, her voice stern and unyielding.

Catherine's heart sank as she realized the true extent of her captors' depravity. Not only was she being led around on a leash like an animal, but now she was expected to crawl like one, too. The indignity of it all was almost too much to bear.

In a moment of desperation, Catherine considered fighting back, of overpowering the smaller woman and making a break for freedom. But as she contemplated her options, the brunette waved the shocking device in front of her face, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Or would you rather play a little?" she asked, her tone dripping with malice.

Crushed by the realization that she had no choice, Catherine slowly lowered herself to the ground, her hands and knees making contact with the cold, hard floor of the basement. As she assumed the humiliating position, the brunette woman towered over her, a look of triumph etched on her face.

"Much better," she purred, tugging on the leash and leading Catherine deeper into the unknown, her fate hanging in the balance.

The pressure on her knees was excruciating, and the staircase proved to be a daunting obstacle. Despite the discomfort, she pushed forward, determined to escape this nightmare.

As they moved further, Catherine noticed a distinct change in her surroundings. The cold, cement floor gave way to the warmth of expensive hardwood, which she guessed to be Brazilian walnut. However, her mind was consumed by the more important issues she was facing right now.

“Hope you’re housebroken”, the brunette said, further degrading her victim with the absurdity of the situation.

As Catherine rounded the final corner into a large living room, she was met with a sight that left her completely stunned.

The room had been transformed into a lavish birthday celebration. Balloons, confetti, and streamers adorned the space, all in a classy, light pink color. A massive birthday cake, the size usually reserved for weddings, stood proudly in the center, topped with two large candles forming the number "19."

The redhead was busy preparing various makeup and hairstyling products, seemingly oblivious to Catherine's presence. In the back of the room, a huge white box with a large pink ribbon caught Catherine's eye. As she drew closer, she noticed that the side facing her was wide open, revealing its emptiness.

Why would there be a large, empty birthday gift if…

Suddenly, a realization dawned on Catherine.

This couldn’t be happening.

Disbelieving, she turned her head towards the blonde woman, who had now crouched down at the box's opening. Their gazes locked, and as her tormentors smile broadened, she spoke the unsettling words:

“Hope you're ready for your new life."

to be continued.