Chapter 29: Revelation

In fact, I even had several orgasms in a row, something that didn’t happen too often for me. I can’t say they were my best, but they weren’t my worst either. When the lights finally came back on, I was exhausted and completely worn out, hanging in the chains. I hadn’t noticed when the electric shocks and suction cups had stopped; it must have been shortly after my fourth and last time.

In my mind, I took stock: if I had the choice between a week without orgasms in a comfortable bed or another night like this with four orgasms, I would definitely choose the bed! Didn’t they say, be careful what you wish for, it might come true? I should be more careful with my wishes in the future.

Shortly after the light came on, I heard the unmistakable crash as the bolts were pulled back and my cell door was opened. I had expected Jelena, but it was Vier who now unlocked my cell door.

“Oh dear. You look terrible!”

Then she saw the puddle of water I was sitting in and turned pale. “Damn it, I’ve pointed out the leaky hose several times. Was the power on all night?”

Tired, I nodded as far as my restraints would allow.

She took the keys from the steel locker to open my locks and knelt down in front of me. She leaned forward to unlock the chain lock on my head harness, coming very close to my ear.

“Those damn sadists. They saw that clearly and probably jerked off while you were screaming in pain here,” she whispered to me.

When she had removed all the chains from my head harness, she unlocked it and gently took it off me.

I moved my cramped jaw and closed my mouth.

“How are you? Do you need to see a doctor?”

I listened to my body, then shook my head.

“You can talk again, the gag order was only for yesterday. With your night here, your penalty points have also been reduced by a few.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that. I was afraid I would only get one point off per night,” I remarked hoarsely.

Vier laughed. “Luckily not, otherwise the cells here would be in constant use.”

“Is it normal to sit here in the dark? And are you still under observation?”

“Yes, most of the time. It’s the bunker, after all, and that’s part of the punishment. There are some girls who can’t handle it at all and even completely freak out. But the cameras also work in infrared and everything is monitored. If things really go wrong, action is taken. Everyone goes through this night during their first week, and most of the time, everyone makes sure they don’t have to repeat it. Those who fail here have usually already lost.”

So I was right in my assumption after all.

“Lost?”

“Out, gone, chance wasted!”

“Chance?”

“You’ll find out everything. We all end up here more or less completely clueless, but I can tell you, for some it’s like urgently needed therapy! But now get up, we can’t dawdle.”

She undid the last chains and opened my collar. I moved my aching shoulders and tried to stand up, which was very difficult. But with Four’s help, I managed it. Stiffly, I helped Four pick up my chains and locks and put them away. My whole butt was wet, and the cell smelled unpleasant, like urine. Vier didn’t have a key for my ankle chain, so I was still limited in my ability to walk.

She took a rubber squeegee out of the cupboard and handed it to me: “Use this to pull the water to the drain, I’ll flush it.”

I did as I was told, and she unrolled the hose and began to rinse with fresh water. After a few minutes, she stopped rinsing and rewound the hose, while I cursed inwardly as I pushed the water uphill toward the drain. Some real bunglers had been at work here. “Is it like this in all the cells here? I mean, do you have to sit in the puddle?”

“No, only here. The builders messed up. But instead of fixing it, they left it and now it’s used as additional punishment. We’ll have to come back in here later and disinfect everything, but it’ll do for now. Come with me, I’ll take you to the shower, or shall I hose you down right here?” She smiled cheerfully.

Considering the cold water coming out of the hose, I decided to pass and shook my head.

“But tell me: last week, someone else was wearing number seventeen. What number does she have now?”

Vier’s smile disappeared instantly. “Twenty!” she whispered quietly.

I was startled. Wasn’t that a punishment number? Did it have something to do with her assignment last week? Was I somehow complicit in it? I pushed the thought away; I had enough problems of my own.

Four led me out of the punishment wing and back into the hallway, where we walked straight ahead. After another barred door, we entered a kind of apartment, which had bars instead of walls. I caught a glimpse of Isabell, who was busy preparing something. She didn’t see me.

On the left side was a passageway leading to a washroom and shower room, into which I was now being led. The room consisted of a long dressing table with plastic chairs on the left, a row of sinks in the middle, and six open showers on the right. At the back was a row of free-standing toilets. Next to the entrance, on my right, was a shelf with towels. Next to it were hair dryers fixed to the wall, like in a swimming pool. I recognized my plastic bag with my toothbrush and other utensils on the center console of the sink row. The letter of my locker was written on it.