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“Five minutes, Mistress Moore.”
Jenny Moore nodded to the dark-clad production assistant, still sizing herself up in the mirror. She looked good. Great, even. She was a petite woman, just under five feet tall and whip-thin, muscles toned from hours of working out every day. Her crimson hair was cut into a tight bob with bangs framing her doll-like face, its shades matching the red bustier and corset that she wore to frame her large breasts and the tight leather skirt that hugged her wide hips. Her black elbow-length gloves and knee-high heels created a contrast to the red, with matching black lipstick and eyeshadow to give her a sinister tint.
She hated it. Hated being Mistress Moore, hated strutting her stuff for the camera, a domme who had to play at the possibility that she might be overcome. She got some satisfaction from breaking down a sub, but the stream of powerful people who came to her to play at being humiliated, knowing that she could never go the distance and really give them what they deserved, only made her more aware of how trapped she was. And now she was at rock bottom.
The Penalty Box.
A year and a half ago, Jenny had had it all. Fresh out of college, she’d been a rising star, working her way towards an executive position at DX-VRG and selling confidential information to rivals to pay off the last of her personal debts and start picking up the luxuries she deserved. She’d even started to put together a war chest for the blackmail and spycraft that an executive needed.
But she’d been greedy. She’d been caught. And after a humiliating arrest, an agonizing interrogation, and a string of lawsuits and charges, she’d found herself unemployed, unemployable, and on the verge of having her massive debt auctioned to the highest bidder.
Mistress Moore had been Jenny’s escape hatch; she was snide and superior enough to make money humiliating and dominating rich executives who wanted to be submissive in a safe space, with someone they could easily destroy if they needed to. The money had just barely covered her minimum interest payments, but her debt kept growing. People started following her just to wait for the auction, to have the joy of breaking a professional domme and turning her into a sex slave.
This was her last chance. After tonight, she would be back on her feet, or she would be in a new layer of hell. Either way, the struggle would be over.
“One minute!”
Shaking herself out of her reverie, Jenny gave the attendant a quick nod and straightened her back, striding out the door and down the grim, dimly lit hallway towards the soundstage. As she stood at the edge of the curtain, she clenched one fist to stop it trembling, bringing up her persona. She wasn’t going to be humiliated again. Not today.
“WELCOME TO… THE PENALTY BOX!!”
The curtain was pulled open, and Jenny strode out onto the stage, glaring into the audience threateningly. There were only a few hundred people physically present, fans who had paid exorbitant prices for the privilege of watching a variety of poor souls suffer. Most of her ‘fan’s would be watching the show over streaming, VR-projecting themselves to be able to walk around a simulated stage or just following the cameras zooming in on her suffering.
Across the stage, a purple curtain was drawn back, and Jenny’s opponent strode out, cracking her knuckles and smiling savagely as she looked Jenny up and down. Jenny had never met Ishika Iyengar before, but she’d seen clips of her once or twice. The towering Indian woman had biceps almost the size of Jenny’s head and equally impressive cleavage, an impossible mixture of buxom and muscular that was only possible with top-tier Conglomerate cosmetic surgery, and her long dark brown braid, with a single streak of white running through it, ran halfway down her back.
Unlike Jenny, Ishika was wearing nothing but a sheer black crop top and tight workout shorts; her usual gimmick was playing at being a gym coach that ruthlessly punished her subs for failing to live up to her impossible standards. It had been winning her some acclaim until a minor surgery by an unlicensed doctor had gone wrong, leaving her with months of physical therapy to recover and a medical bill that would bankrupt even an executive.
Ishika was tough, there was no doubt about it. But her alterations had left her sensitive, her recovery had sapped her stamina, and she hadn’t lived the humiliations Jenny had. The smaller woman had a chance. If she could make the right choices.
The MC came out, a dapper young black man wearing a tuxedo jacket over a mesh shirt and poured-on leather pants. “Everyone, let’s greet our newest contestants! In the Red Box, the tiny terror, you know her arrest videos, you’ve seen her interrogations, and you saw her turn the tables and rise to become the best domme in Dublin, it’s Mistress Moore!!”
Jenny put her hands on her hips, daring the crowd to jeer. There was an even mixture of cheering and boos, fans waving signs for their preferred favorite. Most of them didn’t care, of course. They wanted to see Jenny and Ishika both lose, to watch a pair of dommes get humiliated. But some of them favorites.
“And in the Black Box, the titan of torment, the Queen of the Gym, Coach Ishika!!”
Ishika raised one fist triumphantly, roaring over the cheers of the crowd and the boos of Jenny’s supporters. She pointed across the arena at Jenny, and gave her a big thumbs down. “You’re going down, brat,” she growled.
“No pain, no gain,” Jenny shot back, letting the faintest hint of a smile cross her lips. She needed the crowd on side. She knew how the Penalty Box worked and if Ishika got the momentum Jenny was fucked.
“Okay, ladies, keep it in your pants,” the MC laughed. “Or actually, don’t, we’d love to see it and we will soon enough!” He laughed at his own joke. Ishika narrowed her eyes at him, and Jenny rolled hers. Running the Penalty Box didn’t need much charisma; an endless chain of MCs came and went. They didn’t even get names. They were all just “The MC”.
“Our lovely contestants have each come to us with a little itty-bitty dilemma - enough debt to sink a small storefront,” the MC continued quickly. “Today, they’re going to put their skills on the line, forcing each other to break. The winner will have her debt forgiven, and will be given a two-year performance contract on Pain To Pleasure! The loser, on the other hand, will be entering into a perpetual no-limits 24-7 employment contract with the winner. No holds barred!”
As the crowd roared with approval, Jenny couldn’t help but shiver. Officially, the Conglomerate didn’t allow slavery. The primacy of Free Will was at the basis of the Intercontinental Free Trade Conglomerate, and human trafficking was one of the few crimes that would get you an incredibly nasty sentence. But part of free will meant that anything could be bought and sold, and if your debts were too high the only thing you had left to sell was yourself.
They called it a ‘perpetual contract’. Sometimes there would be limits on it, sometimes not. The net result was that the loser of this match was the winner’s slave. Any money she earned would belong the winner, and the winner could do anything to her. Forced jobs, forced sex, torture, execution - with no limits, you weren’t a person any more.
But that was also what would happen if either Ishika or Jenny couldn’t make their next debt payment, so what did they have to lose?
“The rules are simple. At the start of the game, our contestants will use their pool of points to place their opponents in restraints or remove some of their costume. Then, at the start of each round, contestants will be given points based on the audience’s approval of their choices and actions so far. These points can be spent on new penalties for their opponents, gradually making their situations worse. New penalties will randomly become available each round, and every penalty bought will be added to every previous one!”
The MC paused for effect, and the audience obediently cheered. “Each round lasts fifteen minutes. At the end of the round, the contestants will have three minutes to rest while the audience judges their choices, followed by a two-minute period to choose their next set of penalties. The game continues until one of two things happens. If one of our lovely ladies goes and cums on set, they’ll have proven themselves to be a filthy slut getting off on being punished, and forfeit the game. Alternately, if at any time one of our girls breaks down and begs her opponent for mercy, calling her ‘Mistress’, she forfeits the game as well.”
He looked between Ishika and Jenny. “Three quick reminders. First! Passing out is not a forfeit, but it ends the round immediately. Dying is not a forfeit, but ends the game immediately with no winner. Finally, if you don’t use the word ‘Mistress’ it doesn’t count, so think hard about whether you really want to gag your opponent.”
He clapped his hand. “And with that, our first selection period! Dommes, to your stations!”
There was a whirring of gears, and a pair of podiums rose out of the ground, facing each other. Jenny strode over to hers, looking over the basic options. The first set was ‘removals’ - deciding how much of Ishika’s costume to take off.
BREAST ACCESS - 1 PT
CROTCH ACCESS - 2 PTS
REMOVE ARM AND LEGWEAR - 1 PT
REMOVE UPPER BODY CLOTHING - 2 PTS
REMOVE LOWER BODY CLOTHING - 3 PTS
Jenny kept her face focused, working hard not to bite her lip and show vulnerability. She only started with 7 points, and she needed something for the restraints before the fans gave her the first round of penalty points. After a long moment, she selected ‘breast access’ and ‘remove lower body clothing’. She’d always liked the look of a woman with her breasts showing and her shirt up anyway.
That left her with three points for starting restraints. A dizzying array of options began to scroll through for how to tie Ishika up, ranging from cheap 1-pt options (handcuffs, chest harness, ball gag) up to punishing 7-pt restraints like vacbeds and one-piece hogtie bodysuits.
She didn’t have that kind of currency yet. Instead, Jenny settled for tying Ishika’s arms above her head (2 pts) with leather ankle cuffs connected by a chain (1 pt). It would leave her properly restrained for the next stage.
With their work complete, the two women stepped into the squares marking where their boxes were about to deploy. Jenny took a deep breath, meeting Ishika’s eyes as the machinery began to whir and the clear walls of the Penalty Boxes rose around them. Both contestants put their arms at their sides and stood still, waiting to see what they’d planned for each other.
It started with lasers. With careful, precise cuts, Jenny’s gloves and leggings were sliced away, her shoes cut off at the same time. Narrow robot arms cleared away the debris, as two more emerged from the floor and grabbed Jenny’s skirt, pulling it up and away from her crotch before slicing off the thin silk panties she was wearing underneath. Jenny felt a hint of a blush on her cheeks, hoping that her makeup hid it as her smooth pussy was revealed to the crowd. Her skirt was draped back, making sure that her crotch and ass would only be visible in flashes as she moved.
The machinery whirred again, and two more robotic arms descended from the ceiling to join the two working around her waist. Her arms were pulled behind her and slipped into a latex armbinder, pulling back her shoulders painfully. The machines completed their job by knotting a rough hemp rope around Jenny’s waist and looping it through her crotch. She winced as the rope rubbed against her exposed clit, trying not to wriggle too much.
Across from Jenny, Ishika was handling her own molestation with cool calm. She glanced down with a smirk as the machines pulled up her crop top, letting her large breasts spill free, and barely blinked as her shorts were cut away, leaving her lower body bare aside from her shoes and socks. As her arms were pulled over her head and the cuffs were applied, she scoffed at Jenny. “Is that the best you’ve got?”
“Wait and see…” Jenny teased back.
Restraints stayed in place through every round, with the contestants choosing the next set of penalties through the Penalty Box’s AR system. Even the audience wouldn’t know what they were picking.
She heard a faint ‘ding’ as her points were tallied. Three more points for the first round, just enough to start with some discomfort. Her eyes flicked over the options, focused on what she knew about Ishika. Vibrating nipple clamps were two points, that would be perfect. A butt plug would round things out with the last point. She blinked twice to make her choices, already feeling the faint strain in her shoulders from the binder.
“And our contestants have chosen their first set of penalties!” The MC crowed, stepping between the boxes and waving at Jenny and Ishika. “Let’s see how our lovely ladies handle the first round!”
Jenny cracked her neck, waiting to see what Ishika had for her. As she stared daggers at her rival, robot arms deployed in Ishika’s cage. Ishika barked a low laugh as she saw the two vice-like nipple clamps approaching. “So predictable,” she sneered. “You’ll never… aagh!”
She hadn’t seen the plug sliding towards her bare ass, and her body jerked as the robot grabbed her legs just long enough to shove the lubricated bulb inside her. Her eyes went even wider as the clamps were attached, her nipples going stiff immediately as they began to vibrate.
Jenny laughed. “You were saying?” she teased. “What did you even deploy? I don’t - eeek!”
As she’d been watching Ishika outfitted, a wooden paddle had extended from one corner of the cage, slapping her across the ass. Jenny leaped forward, landing on the floor just in time to feel the heat boiling off it. She shrieked again as her bare feet touched the blazing surface, hopping backwards - directly into the path of the paddle as it slammed across her ass again. “Oww! Aaah! Ooh!”
She’d had intended to keep her composure through the first round, but ironically the fact that Ishika hadn’t held her in place made it impossible. Every time Jenny’s feet touched the blazing floor she had to hop again, dancing across the inside of the small cube as her body bucked and swayed, skirt flipping up over and over again to show flashes of her pussy and ass. The paddle chased her around the cage, whacking her across the ass and thighs, and her hair flew back and forth as she tried to evade it.
Across from her, Ishika was having a much easier time. Her biceps were clenched as the clamps on her nipples buzzed away, teasing her and softening her up, but Jenny had gone for a longer play and there wasn’t much for Ishika to do besides watch her rival hopping around and grin.
Fifteen minutes felt like a lifetime, but soon enough the floor cooled, the paddle retreated, and Jenny was left to stand still, panting for breath as the fans totaled up their scores. That had not been a good start, she reflected. Her feet were already throbbing, her ass and legs were sore, the crotchrope had been rubbing against her uncomfortably and she was aware that it was starting to get her a little bit damp despite her best efforts.
“Want to just give up now?” Ishika asked mockingly.
“Fuck you,” Jenny snarled.
“Promises, promises,” Ishika said.
There was a soft ding, and Jenny looked over her options. Only three points. Theoretically you could get up to five, but most of the time four was the target. It wasn’t enough for what she’d really wanted, but she needed to step things up. She thought about giving Ishika a taste of her own medicine by spanking that butt plug into her, but pain wasn’t the ticket. It was time to dial things up.
“On to Round Two!” the MC cheered. “Mistress Moore gave us some nice dancing last time, let’s see how she does with these new approaches! And Coach Ishika’s really putting on a show with those udders - will they give us a little shake?”
Both Jenny and Ishika glared daggers at the MC as the crowd laughed, forgetting their feud for the moment. Then the robot arms deployed again, and Jenny forgot all about him.
The first one was holding a latex legbinder, matching the one on her arms. As Jenny gritted her teeth, it wrapped around her legs, leaving her bound from ankles to just below her crotch. She flexed tentatively; it had some give, but not much, and her legs were plastered together. Just as she was getting ready to curse Ishika out, another arm dropped down and added a small loop to the base of her armbinder, tying it off to her crotch rope.
“The fuck?” Jenny groaned.
Ishika grinned viciously, even as the robots grabbed her legs, lifting them forward. “Could say the same to you,” she groaned out, wincing as her legs were lifted above and behind her neck. She was now dangling from her wrists, on full display to the crowd. Jenny could see the wetness in her pussy. “You think I haven’t done chin-ups before?”
“Round two, begin!”
Once again, the floor started to heat up, and Jenny yelped as the paddle slapped across her ass. She almost toppled over, but she was able to hop an inch by straining her legs. Her arms pushed out to balance, which pulled the crotchrope deep up into her pussy, and her eyes bugged out as she yelped in surprise. “Oh, fuck!”
"Oh, fuck!” Ishika echoed, as her clamps began to vibrate once again. A robot arm deployed a ribbed dildo, and she let out a faint moan as it pressed deep inside her, pushing against the butt plug still ramming her from the other side. “You weren’t kidding…” she said, wincing as the dildo began to rumble inside her. “You must have really wanted to fuck me…”
“Oww! Oh, god! Fuck! Ow!” Jenny was in too much pain to retort. With the legbinder on, she couldn’t do more than hop an inch at a time, and the agonizing pain in her feet was almost overwhelming. The crotchrope dug into her with every shifting motion, rubbing against her clit and teasing her body, and she could feel heat mixing with the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. “You fucker, I am going to fuck you up for this! OWW!” The paddle slammed directly between her legs, whacking her in the pussy. “How did you have this many points?!”
“Just born different, I guess… oohhh…” Ishika’s dark skin didn’t show much of a flush, but sweat was forming on her forehead and her pussy was quivering with every rumble of the dildo inside it.
As the fifteen minutes wore off, and the floor cooled again, Jenny let herself slump against the pale wall. She knew that the angle was leaving most of her cleavage on display, her bustier showing the pale skin of her shoulders and the thrust of her hips, but she was too tired to care. This was only round two. She needed to take Ishika down with the next set, or she was absolutely fucked.
Another soft ding. Four points this time. People had liked Ishika being hoisted into the air. As the timer ticked down, Jenny quickly added three more penalties, then pushed away from the wall, chest heaving as she prepared herself for…
“Round Three! Our two dommes are both looking a little submissive, let’s see how they hang on!” The MC winked at the crowd.
“What does that - uhgk!” Ishiki’s eyes bugged out as a rope noose dropped around her neck, “Hey,” she gasped, gurgling.
Jenny grinned. “It won’t choke you out,” she said, “but you might find it hard to bre-aah!”
The arms had grabbed her legs, sending her plunging to the floor. As Jenny hit the ground, the breath knocked out of her, her armbinder and legbinder were ruthlessly locked together. At the same time, her upper bustier was cut away, her breasts spilling out against the cold metal floor as the suddenly hogtied girl, naked except for her corset, realized what was about to happen to her. “Oh no, wait… ugk!”
The penalties hummed to life.
Jenny gasped as her corset began to tighten, breath coming shallowly as she squirmed against her restraints. The floor began to heat up, and she moaned as pain shot through her sensitive breasts, desperately trying to flop over onto her side - but the arms were holding the hogtie in place, leaving her unable to squirm away. A moment later, the paddle began to strike down again, smacking against her sensitive soles as she whimpered and cried.
Across from her, Ishika was gasping for air as the dildo fucked her savagely, the extra options that Jenny had chosen for it speed causing it to speed up and vibrate much more forcefully, ramming into her again and again as it pulsed against her inner lips. Her body was quivering, openly moaning with pleasure, muscles clenched as she resisted the thrusts.
Jenny couldn’t take the time to enjoy the success of her plan. She was openly sobbing, mascara staining her face as she squirmed against the blazing floor. “No, no, please, no, oh god oh fuck oh no, please…!” Every strike against her feet sent an overwhelming wave of pain through her, every second that her breasts were on the floor was like being set on fire. She was vaguely aware that her movements were straining the crotchrope, teasing and tormenting her and sending waves of pleasure to follow the pain, but her mind was on fire and she couldn’t think about it even for a moment.
“Nononoooo….”
And then it was gone. The heat subsided, the awful paddle withdrew. Jenny sagged against the floor, sobbing faintly. Why had she agreed to this hell?
She should give up. She couldn’t take another round of this, not with whatever else Ishika had in store for her.
But she was so close. Blearily, Jenny stared over at Ishika, who was pouring over her list, body drenched in sweat, arms and legs hanging much more limply. Ishika was using pain, but Jenny was using pleasure. If she could just pick the right penalty, she could…
“ROUND FOUR!”
“What?”
Belatedly, Jenny realized that the ‘ding’ of her points had sounded while she’d been struggling to recover her thoughts. She hadn’t given Ishika any extra penalties. She didn’t even know how many points she’d gotten.
“Wait, I - mph!”
A wad of cloth was stuff into Jenny’s mouth, and a thick leather hood was pulled down over her head. As she was plunged into darkness, Jenny prayed that those had been the only points that Ishika had access to. She just had to hold on, and she could…
“MMNNN!!!”
The sudden, vicious pressure of the tiny alligator clamp closing over Jenny’s clit sent an overwhelming surge of pain through her. Her entire body rocked against her restraints, and she could faintly hear the roar of laughter from the crowd through the muffling of the leather hood.
And then the penalties started again.
The floor was blazing hot, cooking her breasts as they pressed against it. Her feet were being reduced to pulp from the paddle. The crotchrope was digging into her, overwhelming her with need as the clamp on her clit pulsed and vibrated and sent the most overwhelming waves of pleasure that Jenny had ever felt through her.
She couldn’t move. She had no sense of time. Her entire body was at the mercy of the game, quivering and thrashing and screaming into her gag as pain and pleasure merged inside her. She needed it to stop, she needed it to continue, she needed to give up…
She gave up.
The orgasm overwhelmed her, a wave of pleasure like nothing Jenny had ever felt. She blacked out from the sheer power of it, letting out a scream that was audible across the arena.
When she woke up, the floor was cool. The paddles were gone, the clamp on her nipple had been removed. But she was still tied, still hooded, the crotchrope still digging into her.
Light blazed in as the hood was pulled off. Jenny, her hair matted against her skin, her face a mess of makeup and tears and drool, stared up into the victorious face of Coach Ishika.
“Our winner, the coach with the most, Coach Ishika!” The MC announced, as the crowd roared with pride.
Ishika bent down, picking up her hogtied prize and hoisting her over her head. “She thought she could step to me?!” she roared. “Mistress Moore was a whole lot less!”
She let Jenny fall, and the girl shrieked as she plummeted head-first towards the metal floor. At the last second Ishika caught her, grabbing her by the loop connecting her wrists and ankles. Jenny gasped with pain as all of her limbs were strained.
“This little bitch is gym equipment now,” Ishika crowed. “We’ll have all sorts of roles for her. Punching bag, weight to lift, prize for good boys. Don’t worry, folks, you’ll be seeing a whole lot more of her soon!”
As she hefted Jenny over her shoulder, Ishika glanced at her defeated foe. “I was going to be nice, but that noose was the last straw,” she hissed. “You should have given up when you had the chance, little girl. Now your life is mine, and I’m going to make it hell.”
As she was carried away for the second time in her life, Jenny sobbed faintly. She had no doubt that Coach Ishika would be as good as her word, and she trembled at the thought of what might come next…