"Yes, my dear Becky, that means that you will be experiencing electrical shocks to your nipples and inside you.  I will demonstrate."

  Reaching down, he switched on the black box.  Nothing happened.  He straightened up and looked Becky straight in the eye.  He was delighted to see that she was about as afraid as he had ever seen her.  Without warning, he touched the plate with his toe.

  Immediately Becky let out with a loud "Arrrgggghh!" sort of sound.  Inside the box, her body jerked hard but the box moved not at all.  Brad could tell that she was straining against the ropes in there by the tension in her neck muscles and the horrible grimace on her face.  When the shock turned itself off, she glared at him and tried to both curse and plead at the same time.

  "I can't tell what you're saying," he said sweetly.  "Are you saying that you love this?"

  The noise she made was both loud and sounded as if she were calling him a bastard.

  She shook her head violently.  He could just imagine how much her naked body was struggling against the ropes inside there.  She was facing a most unpleasant ordeal and, at that point at least, did not seem to want it.  If he had not secured her so soundly, she would have been ripping the electrodes off and fleeing.

  "Now, as we agreed, I will leave you alone.  But, to make sure that you're not bored, I've arranged for you to have some friends in here."

  Her eyes grew wider as she frowned.  Friends??  Oh, crap!  The cats!

  Pulling the last item from the sack, he knelt down and smeared a paste on the front side of the box.  Then he moved the plate right up next to it.  Becky whined loudly as he touched the plate.  "Sorry about that," he said.  "Wasn't intentional."  He applied a layer of the paste on the plate itself.

  Standing, he showed her the tube.  "This is a paste made from catnip and fish oil.  I'm sure that cats will love it.  I've smeared a bunch on the plate."

  He put the tube away and enjoyed the frantic struggling and noises she was making.  She knew what these friends would do and that panicked her.

  Looking at her and smiling, he said, "Yes, I'll leave the cats with you.  I'm sure you and they will find something to talk about.  Some way to amuse yourselves."

  He tapped the plate with his toe and watched with delight as she squirmed and tried to beg him to let her out.  Her pleas were approaching a frantic level now that she knew what was to happen.

  Brad stuffed her bra and panties into the sack, and then he picked up the largest cat, one of pure black.  "There we are, Midnight," he said as he stroked the cat.  "You're to keep Becky company for a while."  He put the cat down.  Immediately it approached the plate, attracted by the smell, no doubt. In quick succession, he picked up Bootsy and Carmen, their other cats, and put them down next to the plate.  Midnight was already sniffing around it.

  "Just one last thing to do," he told the captive woman.  Taking an envelope out of his pocket, he tore it open and looked at the slip of paper inside.  "Ohhh...  Not good.  Of course, you have only yourself to blame.  This is the envelope you chose.  And, with the extra fifteen minutes you earned, it means you'll be spending a lot of time in that box."

  There had been ten sealed envelopes, each with an amount of time written inside.  Becky had chosen one and handed it to Brad.  The times inside the envelopes ranged from mild to severe in duration.  He sadly shook his head as he folded up the slip and envelope and put them in his pocket.

  Becky was trying to form words again.  They sounded like "show me."  So he pulled the slip out and held it for her read.  A whine of desperation came from her and she shook her head wildly.  "Nnnnnaaaa!  Nnnnaa!" she kept repeating, which might have been "No, no."

  "Well, Dearest, I'll be going now."  Just as he spoke, Midnight carefully put his paw on the plate and sniffed the paste.  Becky whined loudly.  Midnight jumped back.  However, before Brad was out of the room, he was back on the plate, attracted by the smell of catnip.  As Brad closed the door, a lot of loud, angry but muffled noises were echoing in the bare room.