Chapter 3
Beverly was aware of everything that Ben and Eddy had done to her. She could see
the catheter as Ben positioned it over her crotch, she could feel the tube as it
was forced up her rectum and she wanted desperately to fight against being
encased in the rubber wet suit. But, she was powerless to respond and had
rapidly reached and surpassed her mental boiling point. Had it been possible she
would have leaped out of the tank and lunged at her tormentors using her karate
skills to make them pay dearly for their insolence. She just could not believe
that all of this could be happening to her Beverly Thunder.
Since she had recognized Eddy, she focused her thoughts of retribution on him.
She remembered him from the office, she remembered being asked out by him and
she remembered how and why she had rebuffed his advances. Now Bev tried to
visualize how she would extract her vengeance upon the "miserable little twerp"
once released from her entombment, she was going to cut off his balls and stuff
them down his miserable throat. Any thought that release may not be forthcoming
never entered her mind.
As Bev lay motionless and powerless in the water tank her muscular control
slowly returned. The sensation was at first a relief. But, she quickly realized
that the power to move her arms and legs was quite efficiently offset by the
cuffs that secured her to the sides of the tank. She had, however, resolved to
resist whatever her tormentors had in-store for her. With this single minded
resolve Bev faced her darkness determined that she would escape her perilous
situation.
It was quite easy, at first, to focus on her hatred of Eddy and to vent her
desires for retribution. But as minutes turned into hours and the hours began to
add up, Bev found that focusing on anything was becoming more and more
difficult.
Ben and Eddy took turns monitoring Bevely's vital signs, they noticed her
agitation as she recognized the futility of her situation. They noticed every
heart beat, every rise and fall of her blood pressure. The signs were indicating
that Bev was growing tired, after about twelve hours of confinement Bev started
to drift off to sleep. But as soon as she did she felt a shock that instantly
forced open her eyes. She lay there confused. What had happened? She was about
to doze off again when another shock jolted her. Now she was not just confused,
she was scared. As the shocks continued she realized that they centered over
her eyes. Soon she realized that the shocks occurred as she felt the approach
of sleep. Beverly Thunder was worried, confused and terrified, but still she
clung to her desperate plan of escape.
After twenty four hours of confinement Ben and Eddy opened the lid to the tank
to check on Bev. The ripples in the tank showed that she was still putting up a
struggle. They checked the cuffs, they were still secure. They checked the
connections to the suit, everything was connected and still working properly.
Beverly could feel the tugs that verified the secureness of her bounds, she
struggled as much as her bounds allowed. She then tried to scream as loud as she
could. Ben and Eddy could hear the muffled and garbled uttering emanating from
their rubber encased victim, but it did not faze them. They simply closed the
lid and went back to their monitors.
After about thirty six hours Beverly was having a very difficult time
maintaining her focus on the revenge she was intending for Eddy. She was very
tired but, every time she started to drift off to sleep she felt the shock that
jolted her back to consciousness. She was discovering that the only thing on her
mind now was sleeping; but unfortunately for her, that was not about to happen
any time soon.
Ben and Eddy checked on Bev again after another twenty four hour period. She had
been confined for forty eight hours now. When they opened the tank the brothers
noticed a reduction in the amount of ripples in the tank, her efforts to resist
were weakening. After checking the cuffs and tube connections they closed the
lid again.
Their next check came after another twenty four hours, this time when the lid
was opened Ben and Eddy could see no ripples in the calm water. Eddy joked
"stick a fork in her she's done", however, they agreed to give her another
twelve hours in the tank.
After a total of eighty two hours in the tank without sleep Ben and Eddy removed
Beverly from the tank. They released the cuffs, disconnected the hoses and then
they lifted her out of the tank. After the brothers released her from the wet
suit Ben picked her up and carried the quaking woman to a chair. There he sat
down with her in his lap, he gently stroked her hair and whispered to her "good
girl, take it easy, that's a good girl" just as he would to calm down a young
and frightened puppy. With one arm cradling her and pinning her arms to her
sides, he reached into his pocket and withdrew some food scraps. He held them
up to her, she looked at them then at him. Then she slowly but eagerly began to
lapp the scraps up from his hand, it was the first solid food she'd had since
her abduction.
As Ben stroked Bev's hair and continued to calm the frightened Beverly Thunder.
Eddy approached the pair bearing another hypodermic needle he carefully injected
the contents of the hypo into Bev's lovely butt. As Ben continued to stroke her
hair the drug slowly took effect. The brothers knew she would have undoubtedly
slept on her own with out the drug, but they had something something special
planned for Bev, and they didn't want to chance her waking during the procedure.
Beverly slept for nearly twenty hours, she slowly awakened to find herself
laying on a cot. She immediately thought of escape, but just as quickly she
discovered that her wrists and ankles were secured to the bed. She noticed
several other things; a chain pinch training collar was now around her neck, in
addition to the cuffs about her wrists and ankles a wide leather belt
encompassed her waist. She felt an unfamiliar coolness around her vagina, by
craning her neck she observed that her pubic hair had been shaved clean. There
was one other thing she noticed, a strange metallic taste in her mouth. She
opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and saw the awful ring that now pierced
her tongue. Beverly Thunder began to whimper and cry as she sank back onto the
cot.
About an hour later the brothers arrived, Ben sat on the side of the cot and
slowly stroked Bev's long auburn hair and calmly soothed her as he stroked . He
unlocked the padlocks that had held her securely to the bed. Eddy approached
with a leash in hand, he attached the leash and gave a gentle tug. Beverly felt
the the spines of the collar constrict about her neck, she grabbed at the collar
trying to release it's grip, but Eddy gave another tug this time harder. As she
felt the collars' spines dig into the soft flesh of her neck she quickly
stopped. Eddy gave another tug, this time it was enough to make her understand.
Ben took her hand and pulled her up from the bed. He told her to get down on
hands and knees. She complied. Eddy then led her to the cage she had first found
herself in. Once in the cage and still on all four's the brothers went about
securing their new pet. A chain was connected to her belt through a "D" ring at
the belt's center and attached to the top of cage, preventing Beverly from
either sitting or laying down. Each ankle and wrist was locked into position at
their respective corners of the cage. Finally, the cage door was closed and the
ring in Bev's mouth was clipped to the wire of the cage.
Ben still speaking soothingly told Beverly what was going on. He told her that
as a pet she would need to learn the proper posture. The chain attached to the
belt would keep her upright and on all fours and the ring clipped to the wire
would keep her head upright as well as keep her tongue hanging out in a proper
doggie pant.
Bev's resolve was not what it once was; but she was still unwilling to give up
hope, she was certain that if given the chance she would still escape this most
undesirable fate.
