By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 31 - Jumping The Fence

"Toss me my robe please," Mr. West says to me as I enter his bedroom again.

"Tracey, it's not your fault. Please be quiet," I whisper in an urgent tone to try and quiet her. She's almost inconsolable, but by the time I have fetched Mr. West's robe, she has at least stopped trying to talk. I pass the robe to him and then hand him his keys. My heart is pounding furiously in my chest as I watch him remove Tracey's collar and secure it around my neck. He enters some kind of code on his key ring and then sends me off to wake Belinda.

I have a million frightening thoughts swirling in my head as I rush to the room at the end of the hall. All of a sudden, just as I cross the threshold of the slave dorm, an electric shock hits me; thumps me; an invisible hammer that hits me so hard I drop to my knees and briefly lose all sense of balance. The shock is swift and instant and I scream loudly.

"You need to cross the invisible fence. Once you are in the slave room use the intercom to tell me." Mr. West voices crackles from the intercom speaker above the control panel for the invisible fence on the wall just outside the door to the room.

I have to physically shake my head to clear the fuzz caused by the shock. My brain has become completely addled and I have much difficulty remembering the code. I stab my finger at the tiny buttons and make a second attempt to enter the room. The second electric shock is every bit as strong as the first, but it doesn't quite cripple me as badly as the first. I shriek loudly again and return to the control panel. I stare at it blankly unable to even think I remember what numbers I'm supposed to push and, fearing I might suffer the worst brunt of Mr. West's impatience, I decide to brave the shock one last time and throw myself into the room.

I take two crumbling steps into the room and can feel the electricity as one steady stream of pain through me. My whole convulses and spasms until at last, I find the place beyond the reach of the electric field where I collapse into a twitching heap on the carpet. Belinda is by this stage awake and is staring at me like I've suddenly taken leave of my senses.

"Ingrid?" I hear her ask, but there's no time for explanations.

I struggle to my feet and move unsteadily over to the intercom inside the room.

"I'm inside now," I pant and gasp breathlessly into the microphone.