Message-ID: <19605eli$9902030430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Leviticus Subject: Return tothe Valley Part 2 (bondage) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <797qd7$r7h$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Return to the Valley Part 2 When Tonya left the conference room she was intrigued by the mystery that her boss had handed to her. Despite a number of questions from Tonya, Dr. Carey refused to tell her any more. She wanted Tonya to form her own conclusions. Tonya debated going up to see the new Pet right away, but figured she had better check in with the shift supervisor first and get briefed in on her charges. The shift supervisor's desk was on the main floor just inside the main kennel area. From this desk the kennels were monitored and its occupant was in charge of all the keepers currently on duty. The supervisor changed each week, and was usually the senior keeper for the resident shift. This being the start of A shifts second week, the supervisor was from that shift. Next week would be B shifts turn, and Tonya would take over. "Hi Lori." Tonya said quietly. Everybody talked quietly in the kennel area, so as to not disturb the Pets. "Tonya. About time you showed up." Lori said, smiling. "I was kept late by the boss." "I'll bet. Here!" Lori dumped on the desk in front of her a pile of folders. Each one contained the personal information of the Pets she was to take over caring for. Tonya smiled and lifted the pile in both hands, before turning for a look at the rest of the kennel area. Set up like a big horse shoe, the kennel area was filled with cages, most of which contained either a man or a woman in bondage. All of them were dressed, or should that be undressed alike, and with a couple of exceptions all of them were bound alike. Some were lying down, some were kneeling or sitting. None were standing, the cages were not that tall. In front of each cage was a number painted on the floor, Tonya quickly looked up the numbers of her charges and took a quick look at each of them. All seemed in order. She left the kennel area and joined her other co workers in the cafeteria downstairs. The next hour was spent hunting down each of her Pet's former keepers. This was hard, for all the other incoming keepers were trying to do the same thing, but after Tonya had a word with everyone she needed to, she was able to look through the files she had been given. None of them were complicated, which was good. It meant she could spend more time with the new girl in Adoption. She took the files back to the supervisor's desk where they were kept, and made a note of the only appointment one of her Pets had that day. A male submissive named Anthony had to spend two hours in the gym sometime that afternoon. It was Tonya's responsibility to make sure he got it. "Anything else?" Tonya asked Lori. "Yeah, It's almost time for the Pets lunch and a bathroom break, can you help out? Dr. C. has pulled most of my help for Grooming." Tonya groaned, but agreed. It wasn't long before a couple more keepers showed up and the three of them began to pull what looked like caulking tubes from a rack in front of the desk while Lori watched. Each tube had a number on it and was in fact a container of food for each Pet. The food was pretty much the same in each one except for a slight difference in the vitamin and nutrition mix, as determined by the wishes of the various Pets owners. Pets on diets were given food with a slightly lower fat content, ones that needed medication had it included in the food, etc. The numbers made sure that the right food went to the right Pet, and were prepared in the kitchen in the basement by the junior employees. Hauling three at a time, Tonya and the other keepers moved from cage to cage, inserted the canisters in the food dispensers on the front of the cages and called the Pets to eat. One by one, each Pet would struggle to their knees and shuffle forward, their open mouths seeking out the feeding dildo that projected into the cage. Soon they would be sucking on it, and a small pump would help dispense the food. As the girls worked their way along the cages, they would check to make sure that everyone ate all the food given to them, and made notes on who didn't. It was all well practiced and had been perfected over the years the Kennel had been operating. Once everyone had fed, Lori opened all the cages from the controls at her desk, and all the Pets were allowed out. They shuffled forward on their knees and waited obediently. With only three of them available to do this, it took Tonya and her co-workers a little time to undo the hogtie chains on each Pet, but when all were done Lori rang a bell and all the Pets got to their feet and waddled in their hobbles in the direction they were told to. The Pets, en mass, were led into the big community bathroom and began to do as they were trained. The room was divided into two halves, one side for peeing, one side for shitting, and Tonya saw that no one was having trouble making sure that they did there business in the right half. While the Pets relieved themselves, Tonya and the others removed their tunics and shoes and hung them up outside the room. Now they wore only their chastity harness's, and were just as nude as the Pets they looked after. Tonya and her crew gathered a handful of baby wipes from some containers on a shelf outside the room and began wiping the asses of all the Pets. Tonya hated this part, but she knew that it was important to protect the health of the Pets, for they were very valuable. So, like a nurse, she had learned to distance herself slightly from the messier part of her job, dancing rather unsuccessfully around the piles of excrement on the floor. When all the Pets were done another bell rang and they all herded out. This time Lori was waiting for them and guided them by herself back to their cages. Tonya waited for the last one to leave and then shut the door. A twist of a valve, and the room was suddenly wall to wall water. Sprays built into the walls, ceiling, and even the floor, wetted down every surface in seconds. This was why the girls had removed their tunics, they were now soaking wet. All three of them picked up some wet brooms that they had grabbed a minute before from outside, and walked through the spray pushing the human waste in the room toward the drains at the far end. It wasn't until Tonya was sure the room was clean, that she allowed the others to stop and the water turned off. Outside the room, they toweled off and donned their tunics. "Can you guys handle putting them back in their cages?" Tonya asked, "I have to get up to adoption to see a new Pet." Her work mates said fine, so once again clothed (more or less, thought Tonya), Tonya headed to see her new charge. Adoption was the newest section at the Kennel, and it came about almost by accident. A long time client was talking with Jane Carey one afternoon about how he and his submissive partner were not getting along as well as they used to. Apparently their tastes were changing and were now going off in different directions. Dr. Carey wondered why she was being told this when the client came right out and asked if she knew anyone who would be willing to take this girl off his hands. Taken aback, the doctor told him that they didn't operate that way. The guest replied that it was a shame, for she had the contacts that would make it easy to find more compatible couples than could mere chance. Especially as none of the clientele knew any of the other clientele. Anonymity was the number one rule at the Kennel. That was why the Pets were blindfolded the entire time they stayed. This got Jane Carey thinking, and soon she proposed to the board of directors a plan to set up a database for submissives and Dominants who were in the market for each other. One wag among the board jokingly asked her if she was going to set up an adoption agency for submissives, and so the idea was born. For submissives to qualify for adoption, they had to have been Pets at the kennel before, they had to pass the medical exam every Pet gets when they come in, and most importantly, they had to sure that a change in their lifestyle was what they really wanted. Both the submissive being adopted and the Dominant giving them up went through a screening process that made sure that what was happening was what both of them really wanted. Then, the submissive was brought to Adoption and kept there on display for select Dominants to come and see. Not every submissive was seen by every Dominant. Personalities and preferences were matched up before hand so as not to waste the time of either participant. The system worked out rather well, and many happy couples had been produced as a result. Adoption was a public area of the Kennel, relatively speaking, at least during business hours, so Tonya took the back way up. The woman who ran Adoption had her desk in a small room behind the 'cells'. Along one wall was a bank of TV screens that allowed her to keep a constant eye on all the occupants at all times. This room was never unattended. "I was told you would be coming up here." was Tonya's greeting as she came through the door. Right now the place was run by Ashley, probably the most disliked of all the employees at the Kennel. But she did her job so well that Dr. Carey could overlook her personality problems. Ashley had a special skill when it came to handling the clients that came through her domain, and no one could figure out how she didn't piss them off as much as she did her co-workers. "Good, then you should have her file ready shouldn't you." Tonya replied. Ashley scowled, but handed over a very thin file folder which Tonya took and looked through carefully. There was not much information in it. The girl's name was Jane, and her Dominant sponsor was a man named Mike Smith. The file contained little more than basic statistics about the girl and a special order sheet. Special order sheets were used when the client requested additional items be added to the standard care of the Pets at the Kennel. Like Anthony and his work outs for example. The special order sheet for Jane was one of the most restrictive ones she had ever seen. The girl had come in hooded and gagged and severely bound, none of this was to change. The gag was one that would make feeding difficult, but not impossible, but it rendered the girl completely unable to communicate. The hood also isolated her completely, for it covered her eyes and ears and left nothing but her nose visible. Her bonds were tight, but not crippling, but were all metal rather than the kevlar reinforced leather that the Kennel used on all it's Pets and employees alike. That would make long time bondage a problem for the girl and Tonya saw that she was in for a two week stay. The special order sheet also asked that she be isolated and exempted from any and all activities. It all seemed very harsh to Tonya, but she had seen and experienced worse on the outside, so it wasn't too surprising. What did surprise her was that Dr. Carey had agreed to it. Normally very careful about how much bondage was applied to each Pet, this seemed beyond her normal standards. Tonya looked up at the screens and picked out the one that showed Jane's cell. Jane was in a far corner, curled up in a ball, her hands held behind her by her bonds. "How has she been since she got here?" Tonya asked. "Maddie told me that she was screaming when they brought her in. She was pretty violent despite her chains. It was so bad we got up Dr. C." Ashley replied. "If it wasn't for the fact that she was listed as NCF, I'm sure the doctor would have sent her back. The girl has cuts and bruises over a good portion of her body and those metal cuffs she's wearing are cutting into her skin. I don't know why some people are into that stuff." NCF, Tonya thought. Non-Consensual Fakers. A lot of people liked to struggle while bound, Tonya knew, and a few of them considered it a challenge to act up as much as possible so that they would be "punished" for their bad behavior. Tonya knew that there were people out there who lived for pain. Glancing at the folder, Tonya saw that Jane was listed as an NCF, but something wasn't right. "I'm going to go in and look her over." Tonya said. "Fine. Just leave the folder here and put on this gag." "What?" asked Tonya, surprised. "She's a no contact, remember?" said Ashley, "Dr. C. said that no one goes in to see her without being gagged." To emphasize this, Ashley held up a big rubber ball gag on a strap and smiled. "Great." Tonya said without enthusiasm. She took the gag and tried to squeeze it into her mouth before pulling it out again. "Don't you have a smaller size?" "Sorry." Ashley smirked. "Let me help you." Ashley took the gag and began to work it into Tonya's mouth. Tonya tried to open as wide as she could, but didn't think it would fit, but by now Ashley had really worked it in there. Trying not to struggle, Tonya grunted with pain until the ball slipped behind her teeth. She tried to push it out with her tongue but found it impossible. Ashley buckled the strap behind Tonya's head and then locked it with a small padlock. Tonya raised her eyebrows as Ashley put the key to the lock in her desk. "I'll let you out when you come back, we can't have you taking that thing off any old time can we?" Tonya scowled and headed for the door. "Oh, and watch out for Debra, she has a client in the Gallery." Tonya nodded and left the room. The Gallery was the public side of the Adoption block. Windows placed along its entire length allowed unrestricted views into the cells. Tonya knew that being in the cell with Jane meant that she too would be on display to the client in the Gallery. She tugged the hem of her tunic down a little, although it made no difference at all. She entered the cell from the side opposite that of the Gallery by using her wrist band key to open the door. In the brightly lit room she could see Jane in the corner, in the same position as she was on the monitor in Ashley's office. Drooling a little because of the gag, Tonya approached the girl slowly and looked her over without touching her. Jane was nude, and didn't even wear the body harness that all the Pets and employees wore. Her head was covered completely with a heavy black leather hood that was locked on with a wide metal collar, her mouth filled with a metal tube that held it open wide. Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound in rough metal shackles that had rubbed her skin raw in spots, they were connected together with a very short piece of heavy chain that held her in a hogtie. She looked a mess, cuts and scrapes were evident everywhere, some of them untreated, most of them very recent. Bruises colored her skin, and there was even evidence of a couple of cigarette burns on the one breast that was visible to Tonya. Tonya shuddered at the thought of having to spend two weeks in this condition. She leaned closer and listened to Jane breathing. It was fast, and light, and every so often a light moan would accompany it. Tonya was getting more and more worried. There were a hundred questions she wanted to ask this girl, and she might have violated the no contact order if it hadn't had been for the gag in her own mouth. Instead she reached out and gently touched one of the bigger bruises on Jane's left thigh. Immediately Jane kicked out, but was brought short by the chains that bound her. Her feet didn't come close to connecting, but Tonya fell back all the same, surprised and shocked. Jane started howling loudly, her gag preventing her from forming words but doing nothing to affect the volume. Tonya stared at the crying girl until movement from the window caught her eye. Looking into the room was the client who she was warned was in the Gallery. Next to him was Debra, trying in vain to get the client to move on. Tonya was aware that her fall had pulled apart the velcro patch that held her tunic together, but made no move to cover herself although she wanted to. While in the past she had been viewed nude by strangers many times, lately she had become out of practice. Her modesty was returning. House rules forbade her from displaying that modesty however, as long as she was in a public area that is. Instead she got up slowly and walked away from Jane who now lay on her side, sobbing. Tonya used her key to open the door again and stepped out. She had to see Dr. Carey. 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