“It’s hilarious that she thinks
she got under my skin. I don’t
give a f**k! Try harder, bitch!”
- from the video log of Velvette
It was no secret that today had not gone well for Velvette.
Nobody likes being fooled, and when Velvette’s day had started off with that obnoxious blonde egomaniac tricking her into gluing her mouth shut, it put her in an exceptionally sour mood. One might think that she would have felt better after four other contestants fell for the same trick, but Citrine hadn’t really given anyone a chance to simmer down.
That bitch had stripped them down and put them up for sale! For f**king sale! She’d even gone out of her way to describe them as though they weren’t human f**king beings, just objects to be bought and sold.
The group domination that followed was what really got Velvette’s blood boiling! She honestly couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so mad. That bitch, Citrine, had gone full supervillain! She’d recited a f**king
monologue before f**king prancing around with that flogger!
And she hit like a girl too!
Velvette was at least lucky enough to only have to put up with thirty minutes of that bullsh*t. Even so, the only thing that had gotten her through those thirty minutes was her imagination. More specifically, she preoccupied herself by weaving a revenge fantasy together inside her bald-ass noggin.
Velvette’s imagination put together so many delightful punishments for Mistress Citrine, and the ideas just kept coming. It was almost like getting absorbed into a great new book that she just couldn’t put down. She was so fixated on revenge that when her thirty minutes were up, she got ready to spring into action. She’d forgotten all about Madame Muse, and only after the madam was freed did Velvette realize that she had just been tossed out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Madame Muse promptly went to a workstation and returned with handcuffs for her new prisoner. Muse didn’t seem to hold any grudge against Mistress Citrine. She just wanted to get what she’d paid for. A pair of hinged handcuffs and a pair of ankle cuffs. They swiftly replaced the cuffs that had held Velvette on the rack. These new restraints were tight and uncomfortable as f**k. The ankle cuffs restricted her movement, but she could still walk.
Velvette’s hands were cuffed in front of her, which she initially thought was a courtesy, but then Muse started yanking her around. The redheaded hoe grabbed the hinged cuffs on Velvette’s wrists and tugged the same way that Citrine had tugged on her collar.
Velvette fought back against Muse. She had to, what with everyone watching her, but Muse was stronger than she looked, and she kept her balance on those ridiculous boots as though they were second nature. It certainly didn’t help that every pull on the cuffs dug them deeper into Velvette’s skin. In the end, Muse won out, and Velvette was escorted back to the redhead’s private quarters.
Once inside the private room, Velvette quickly spotted another two pairs of ankle cuffs. One was hanging from the frame above the end of Muse’s bed. The other one was latched onto the bed’s left leg below it. There was also a big bag sitting on the bed, and that made Velvette uneasy. Whenever someone carried a bag around Dungeon Devine, it was undoubtedly packed full of pain.
“Come,” Muse commanded.
She led Velvette to the end of the bed and forced her hands in the air. She ratcheted the hanging cuffs around the ones on Velvette’s wrists, effectively tying her hands overhead. Muse then unlocked her ankle cuffs, only to reapply them. Velvette’s ankles were cuffed to opposite legs of the bed, spreading them apart and stretching her limbs worse than the rack had done!
Velvette could barely move at that point. She stood there, exhausted, in pain, and bracing for more.
Madame Muse climbed onto the bed and grinned at her prisoner. “It’s funny how our encounters always seem to involve this bed.”
“Hrmf.”
Muse went on. “Oh, don’t you worry hun. Things are gonna go
a lot more smoothly than our first time. Especially with me in control…”
She opened up the bag and said, “We’re gonna have ourselves a little adventure, starting with a butt plug!”
Velvette’s eyes widened and her face flushed. She bit into her ball gag and glowered at her captor. “Dhn’t yhh fhhknm dhhr gn nhrr mh bhht!”
Madame Muse’s mouth fell open and she let out two loud cackles before her laughter morphed into a long “Awwwwww!”
“Is that how your threats sound with a ball gag?” She pinched Velvette’s cheek and said, “Precious!”
Velvette snarled. “Fhhk yhh!”
“Tsk tsk tsk,” Muse shook her head. “Such a naughty girl with such a naughty mouth…”
She paused and reached into the bag. She pulled out a hot pink butt plug. The thing was small enough to slide inside a virgin with ease.
“That’s so unfortunate, because good little girls get to wear pink…”
She paused again, set the pink butt plug down, and withdrew another butt plug. The very sight of this one made Velvette’s stomach turn. It was black, and it was enormous. The thing would probably fill her rectal cavity. Its dark head was lined with narrow steel plates, and there was a wire running out of its tail. The other end of the wire was plugged into a black box with a warning label about high voltage. The f**king thing was electric!
Muse held up the giant black butt plug and cheerfully said, “But naughty girls wear black!”
“NH!” Velvette shook her head frantically and pulled at her restraints. It was no use. She couldn’t get out! Muse walked behind her with the electric black butt plug, and the closer she got to Velvette’s rectum, the more the tomboy’s protests turned into pleas “
NHHH!”
She felt it slide between her cheeks. She couldn’t get away. She couldn’t--
craack
A sharp jolt snapped through her rear and Velvette just about spasmed. She screamed and bit down hard into her gag. ‘
Oh my God,’ she thought to herself. ‘
Was that the low setting!?’
“I know it hurts, hun, but you’ll get used to it” Muse said mockingly. “After all, naughty girls like you love to wear black!”
Velvette’s mind was racing. She looked down at the dainty pink butt plug, laying there on the bed. She felt the electric plug pressing further in and she cried aloud, “
Nh! Dhn’t! Uhm uh ghhd ghrl!”
Madame Muse withdrew the butt plug. “Pardon me, hun?”
Velvette squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed her pride. Anything she said to that bitch would be better than rectal shocks. “Uhm uh ghhd ghrl.”
Velvette couldn’t see Madame Muse, but she knew that that bitch was overjoyed.
“Well, why didn’t you say so!?”
Muse threw the black plug away. It soared past Velvette, and she was unimaginably relieved to see it fall, discarded atop the bedsheets. Muse stepped back onto the bed and retrieved the pink butt plug. “I always had my suspicions, but if I’d known you were a good girl, I’d have started with these!”
Velvette froze. ‘
These? As in, plural?’
Muse reached into the bag again. She pulled out a pink ball gag and a huge slab of pink leather. Velvette noticed straps riveted to the slab and recognized it as a posture collar.
“YHH DRRTM BHTSH!!” Velvette thrashed around, bringing even more pain to her wrists and ankles.
Muse giggled, as though she were watching a puppy do something clumsy but cute. She walked back behind Velvette, and whispered into her ear. “Just relax, babygirl…”
Velvette was no one’s ‘babygirl’, and she most certainly did not relax, but Muse had an easy enough time inserting the plug regardless. Velvette dug her teeth into the gag and tried not to make a sound as the silicone penetrated her. She didn’t want to give that redhead bitch the satisfaction. The posture collar went on next, and just like with the butt plug, Velvette’s resistance was futile. Her neck was soon outstretched and unable to turn. She definitely didn’t like how the collar dug up into her jawline.
By the look on Muse’s face, she was really looking forward to seeing Velvette wear the pink ball gag. Technically, it was white. At least, the ball and the rivets were white. The strap was hot pink, and it came with a pink chin strap as well. Muse unlatched the ball gag that Velvette was already wearing, courtesy of Citrine, and Velvette was quick to capitalize.
“You dirty f--grrmpf!” Poor Velvette didn’t get a single sentence out before the girly ball gag was forced in behind her teeth.
“Shhhh,” Muse whispered. She strapped the gag on behind Velvette’s head and under her chin. It was a bit more comfortable than the old one, but the chin strap added a new layer of effectiveness.
Muse went back to the bag and retrieved some bundles of bright pink rope. Velvette groaned again, but the ropes actually wound up being a blessing in disguise. They were really soft, and didn’t bite at her skin the same way steel restraints did. Muse wrapped them around enough times that the pressure was comfortably dispersed over a wide area.
Velvette’s arms were unlocked before being pulled behind her back. Madame Muse tied Velvette’s elbow’s together and looped the excess rope over and under her shoulders. Muse was nice enough to give her captive’s wrists a quick massage before binding them palm-to-palm with rope. “A good-girl perk,” she’d called it.
Velvette’s legs got a similar treatment. She was tied up above the knees first, and then at the ankles. While Muse worked down low, Velvette tested the ropes on her arms. The results weren’t good. Before Velvette had come to Dungeon Devine, she believed that ropes were kind of easy to bust out of. Not a lot of her clients asked for rope, and the ones that did had later admitted they were holding back in their struggling.
Muse’s ropework told a different story. It was practically as inescapable as Bee Devine’s! Try as she might, Velvette couldn’t get the ropes to loosen or come undone. By the time Muse was done tying her up, it had donned on Velvette that she was just as helpless as she’d been with the steel bondage.
Muse picked the bag up and grabbed Velvette’s arm. The redhead catwalked over to the little mirrored desk where she did her makeup, and the bound and gagged tomboy grumbled as she was forced to hop along. There was a chair at the desk, and Muse sat her prisoner down on it, facing the mirror. Velvette’s arms were draped over the back of the chair, and some more pink ropes were added to bind her upper body against the backrest.
The real kicker was when Muse connected Velvette’s wrists to her ankles under the seat. She pulled the rope tight, and Velvette soon found that she couldn’t move a muscle. There was no give in the ropes, no knot to pick at, nothing. The posture collar even kept her from moving her head around as Madame Muse caressed the top of her scalp.
“Freshly shaved,” Muse observed. “Perfect!”
That was an odd remark. ‘
Perfect for what?’
“MMPH!” Something cold and wet was rubbed on Velvette’s bald head. Muse hummed to herself as she worked, whereas Velvette just snarled. A moment later, something was plastered onto Velvette’s head. It felt like fabric.
“HRRMP!” Velvette felt a wave of fury come over her.
That despicable whore had glued a mother**king wig on her head! How dare she?!
Muse let the glue settle before letting Velvette’s new drapes fall to her shoulders. Velvette went warm in the face as strands of hair fell over her cheeks and she witnessed a spectrum of bright pink and baby blue locks.
She yelled all the worst profanities in her vocabulary, and bucked around in her chair. It didn’t yield much results. The chair barely shuffled, and it stopped moving altogether when Madame Muse straddled her captive’s lap and sat her weight down.
“Don’t be dramatic,” the seasoned madam cooed. “It’s a great look! How about we make it even better…”
The mistress from Vegas reached behind her and pulled open a drawer on her desk. It was full of beauty products, just like the mirrored desk in everyone else’s rooms. The producers had done a pretty good job of supplying their cast with some great brands to wear during their stay, and Madame Muse was about to take full advantage.
Velvette let out a long, tortured groan when she saw her captor whip out a tube of primer. Muse just smiled, pressed a finger over Velvette’s gagged lips, and said, “Shhhhhhh. Good girls know when to behave themselves.”
Velvette hadn’t gotten to apply her makeup before Citrine conned her that morning, so Muse was now working with a blank canvas. She smeared and patted the primer all over Velvette’s face before brushing some foundation over it. Velvette was too immobilized to resist, especially with the posture collar. All she could do was scowl up at her captor as her face was dabbed and brushed with primer, foundation, concealer, highlighter, powder, more highlighter, and blush.
Madame Muse was going all out with her beauty products. She was visibly having a blast, but her captive tomboy was far from pleased. It was bad enough that Velvette was forced to sit with a plug in her ass, but now she was being straddled and played with like a living Barbie doll. She hated it. This was, in its own weird way, more dehumanizing than being sold as a slave.
Satisfied with her coverage, Muse moved on to the eyes. She was blocking Velvette’s view of the mirror, so the dolled-up damsel could only look at the colors Muse had chosen and feel where they were applied. Muse brushed a pink base over Velvette’s eyelids before cutting the creases with blue eyeliner. She then blended the blue up and around her eyes, lining the lower lashes as well. Some black eyeliner was then used to draw what felt like some sizable wings.
Velvette eventually stopped growling and showing signs of anger in general. It was obvious that Madame Muse lived for that sh*t. She curled Velvette’s lashes in relative silence before plumping them up with a bit of mascara and adding some fake lashes over them. Muse moved on to the lips after that, and was visibly elated from start to finish. She apparently got a big kick out of coloring her doll’s ball-gagged lips, and when she was through, they were as pink as the collar below them.
Madame Muse gently brushed Velvette’s hair straight, stopped her musical humming long enough to compliment her own work, and then finally got off of the bound girl’s lap. Velvette’s first thought was how relieved her thighs felt, and her second thought was how ridiculous she looked. Muse had stepped aside, and Velvette now saw in the mirror that she looked like the fused result of two girly anime characters colliding with each other.
Muse apparently had a different opinion. “Awe, just look at you! Pink is
so your colour!”
Sissification. Not exactly something that Velvette had expected to encounter in a women’s-only competition, but if there was one contestant whose image would suffer from some forced feminization, it was her. Velvette’s defining trait was her ruggedness, and Madame Muse had pulled out all the stops to flip that persona on its head.
Velvette was pleasantly surprised when Muse reached around her and unbuckled her posture collar. Unfortunately, it turned out that Muse just wanted to blend the foundation down Velvette’s neck. She finished her work with a bottle of setting spray. “Close your eyes, babydoll,” was the only warning she gave before spritzing all over Velvette’s face.
“Picture perfect,” Muse exclaimed as she admired her finished work. “But I gotta say, you look naked without a collar!”
“Uh
hm nhkhd, dhmmhff!”
Muse giggled. “No worries, babydoll, I have just the thing…”
She withdrew another collar from the bag. This one was the antithesis of the posture collar that had come before. It was less than an inch wide, with white leather, a D-ring, and six pink zirconia decorating its strap. She buckled it around Velvette’s neck and beamed. “Ah, it goes perfectly with your gag! Freakin’ adorable!”
Velvette wasn’t amused, but at least she could move her neck around now.
“You’re all ready for your treatment, babydoll, and I’ve got a couple ideas…”
“Hmn?” Velvette tried not to let her leeriness show. She had no idea what was in store, but she knew that it wouldn’t be good.
Muse went over to her wardrobe, and Velvette cringed at the abomination that she returned with. Madame Muse carried with her the most girly dress Velvette had ever laid eyes on. It was pink with white accents, and adorned with an excessive number of bows and ruffles. It even came with a crinoline to puff out its skirt.
“WHHT THH FHHK HF THHT,” Velvette shouted.
“It’s Lolita,” Muse answered. “Isn’t it amazing, the costumes you find laying around here? Go talk to Miki if you like what you see. I’ll bet she knows all about Lolita subculture.”
Velvette did
not like what she saw. “Uh hm
nht whhrim thht!”
“Don’t wanna wear it,” Muse repeated, fully understanding Velvette’s gag-talk. “Well then, I guess I’ll go with Plan B.”
She leaned over Velvette and gently caressed her bare breast. “See, if you aren’t gonna cover up, then I might as well work with what I’m given…”
She gently pulled on Velvette’s nipple, and the bound Barbie resisted the urge to moan. Suddenly, Madame Muse got up and moved back to the bed. She disconnected the black butt plug from its battery and catwalked back to her prisoner with the battery in hand. She dropped the heavy block on Velvette’s lap and reached into the bag one last time. She pulled out a pair of steel nipple clamps, each on the end of a wire like a pair of earbuds. At the other end of the wire was a plug that Muse inserted into the battery.
Velvette’s heart sped up significantly as she realized what Plan B was. She hated electricity! As a child, she was always terrified to vacuum the floor because the stupid thing kept on giving her static shocks. Velvette still shuddered at the thought of a shocking butt plug, but electrified nipple clamps…
Muse grinned, seemingly able to see right through Velvette’s poker face. “Yeah, I guess they are kinda scary, but this is the alternative to the cute little dress. Either you put it on, or you resign your pretty, naked body to me.”
Madame Muse leaned in again, her grinning face inches from Velvette’s. She pinched the clamps together as though she were playing with barbeque tongs and said, “but that’s the nice thing about being a good girl. You get to choose what comes next.
So, what’s it gonna be, babydoll?”