Callidus

“What’s that sound?” Kelle asked looking up from her ePad, straining to hear over the gentle music playing on the room’s sound system. The girl working on her feet, the name tag read ‘Adrianna,’ kept her eyes down and focused on applying polish to Kelle’s middle toe.

Kelle had heard a voice. Muffled but loud enough to be heard through the wall. A woman calling out. Was she in trouble or… ? “Did you hear something? I thought it was a voice.”

“Massage next door, probably,“ Adrianna nodded toward the wall behind her.

“I could’ve swore it was coming from over there,” Kelle said, looking at the wall to the right.

“Deep tissue probably. Women make sounds in there.”

Kelle smiled a bit to herself, wondering if Adrianna realized how suggestive that sounded. “I’ve never had a deep tissue massage,” she observed casually. “Does it hurt… or do they make sounds because it’s good?”

Adrianna looked up with one eyebrow raised. “Both,” she said, letting her tongue rest between her teeth just a bit too long.

Kelle looked quickly back to her screen, pretending to be engrossed in her news feed.

Was that a pass?

Maybe Adrianna wasn’t being unintentionally suggestive before? Was she playing an angle here? Trying to get Kelle interested in booking a quiet room so she could get her hands on more than just Kelle’s feet? Kelle tried to decide if that felt creepy or… hot. It was strange how thin the line could be at times.

It didn’t help Kelle’s deliberation that Adrianna was quite pretty.

The other woman placed the cap back on the polish and set aside the brush, grasping Kelle’s foot in both hands and inspecting her work.

“Looks great from up here,” Kelle said brightly.

“You have such pretty feet,” Adrianna observed running her hands over Kelle’s sensitive flesh.

“Uh, thanks,” Kelle muttered.

This feels like a pass. Am I wrong? Is this just one of those conversations that seems so-

“OOoooOOooooOOoohhhh,” Kelle moaned as Adrianna gripped her foot and pressed both thumbs along the arch. Wild, electric sensations raced up Kelle’s leg.

“Bit of foot massage is the perfect way to end, don’t you think?” Adrianna asked, gliding her fingers firmly through the folds of Kelle’s skin.

Kelle’s eyes nearly rolled up in her head as she gripped the arms of the chair. She’d never had a foot massage and the feeling wasn’t bad but it was intense. “That feels really… wow.” Kelle said not quite sure how it actually felt or how she felt about it.

Adrianna wore a sly smile. “Feet are sensitive,” she explained, her thumbs proving the point. “There’s several places in the body where you see clusters of nerves like this. It’s really fascinating, the effects of proper massage in those places.”

“I’ll bet,” Kelle quipped, finding that she had to focus on her breathing to keep herself from panting. It felt like most of her lower body had a low grade electric current running through it. It also felt like her sex had recently discovered it was rather into low grade electric current running through it.

“I do massage as well,” Adrianna said casually. “Would you like to book me for a session? I could introduce you to some deep tissue techniques. See for yourself if you enjoy it.“

“Y-yes,” Kelle breathed, nodding for emphasis. She would most certainly like to do this again while she was nude and oiled and where Adrianna could work over all the other nerve clusters in Kelle’s squirming body.

“Next week, then?” Adrianna asked.

“P-perfect!”

“Great, I’ll see you then!”

Kelle spent the car ride home that day, and many other moments in the week that followed, in a state of anxiety over this new development. Each time though, she discovered that playing with herself really set her mind at ease about the whole thing. For a while at least.

Her stomach was in butterflies, once again, the day she strode through the door for her massage appointment. It had taken her most of the week-long wait to admit the truth. She was entertaining some vague fantasy of using this massage session with Adrianna to get off.

It felt creepy but in a way where ’creepy’ was some virtuous grandmother that lived in one of those houses that was six inches from the next door neighbor. And Mrs. Creepy’s neighbor was a hot little number name Ms. Turboslut.

Every time Kelle’s brain thought about driving over to Mrs. Creepy’s place to get herself a badly needed reality check, she wound up parking in the neighbor’s driveway by mistake… then being invited in so Ms. Turboslut could fix them some martinis while Kelle snuck into the bedroom and raided the nightstand for a dildo and sex wand; also helping herself to some baby oil for good measure.

Around that time, Ms. Turboslut usually showed up in the bedroom wearing a micro-bikini and sporting a couple pairs of handcuffs. Then, she’d hogtie Kelle and punish her for blocking the driveway.

Kelle could admit it: her fantasies had been a little weird lately.

She took a deep breath, standing in the lobby, and reminded herself that she wasn’t going to do or suggest anything unprofessional in this session. At worst, she might masturbate over it after the fact but that was perfectly healthy and normal.

And besides, you’re useless with pain. If deep tissue massage lives up to its reputation, you’re gonna be too busy wimping out to ask about a happy ending.

Then, Adrianna emerged from one of the private rooms at the end of the hall and waved her back. Kelle fought to keep her eyes focused on the other woman’s face. Struggling not to take a long drink of the second-skin yoga pants or the mid-riff tank top that was deliciously framing Adrianna’s rippling abs and thick shoulders.

Kelle promised herself she’d wait until she got home before she started picturing a microkini on the pretty masseuse.

The massage room was warm. The table and bamboo furniture were bathed in dim light. Spicy incense filled the room as Adrianna closed the door behind them.

“You can leave your clothes on that bench there,” she said fiddling with bottles of clear oil on a shelf.

Kelle hadn’t worn much and what she had worn was easy to remove. She peeled off the dress and dropped her panties on top, scooting her sandals beneath the bench to keep them out of the way.

“Alright,” Adrianna’s voice said behind her, “I’ve got a towel for you…”

“Oh thanks!” Kelle said turning around, “I appreciate tha-“ the words died on her tongue.

What she’d anticipated was Adrianna holding up a towel between them. High enough that Adrianna wouldn’t see more than legs as Kelle climbed onto the table. Then, Adrianna would drape it over her ass and there would be no awkwardness or unintended naughtiness to this typically benign social ritual.   

However.

“… on the shelf above your clothes.” Adrianna finished.

Kelle stood there, her whole body humming with adrenaline, wanting to shrug it off with a wink and a laugh. But the look on the other woman’s face did not make her feel like laughing.

Adrianna’s eyes grew wide as they descended, drinking in Kelle’s body. Her mouth dropped open slightly.

Kelle felt her pulse behind her jaw as she realized that Adrianna was gaping at her landing strip. She’d shaved herself several days ago and had debated on taking it all. But, somehow it felt naughtier to leave something deliberate. Something that said ‘I decorate my pussy for the people I share it with.’

Although she hadn’t actually planned on sharing it with Adrianna… yet.

“Whoops! I’m sorry,” she finally said. Managing something like a self-deprecating tone. Managing to not reveal how intensely turned on she’d just become.

“I talked right over you instead of listening.”

She smiled and grabbed the towel in question. She was mentally applauding her casual performance: the spectacular show she’d made of not revealing that she’d spent a whole week jilling off over fantasies that all began more or less with what had just happened. Everything was fine.

Then, her nipples stiffened and betrayed her.

Adrianna saw it happen. Her eyes stayed glued to the thick nubs for several long seconds. Then, she looked up as if suddenly remembering something. “Let me turn on some music.”

“Sure. Thanks,” Kelle replied holding the towel uselessly at her side. What was the point now?

She could see all the way to Miami. Kelle thought. And, no towel is gonna hide these, she added, glancing down at her traitorous nipples.

“Why don’t you lie down?” Adrianna suggested as gentle synth music filled the room. “We’ll start on your back.”

Kelle nodded, took a breath and mounted the table.

It turned out that deep tissue massage was a lot like being in a car wreck. Just very slowly.

“Oh my fuck!” Kelle whimpered as Adrianna’s hands kneaded the flesh of her upper arm. Her fingers felt like a vice. Kelle could’ve sworn, earlier, that the woman had managed to separate muscle from bone while working her legs.

“Deep tissue is intense,” Adrianna said conversationally. “But the feeling that follows…  the afterglow over the next few days… that’s what keeps people coming back for more.”

Kelle thought about those books. The ones about the woman who was in a terribly toxic relationship but because there was kinky sex involved she kept going back. Kelle wondered if that’s how it was with repeat customers. Deep Tissue was the name of an abusive lover that they stayed with, even though Deep Tissue would occasionally get them drunk and-

“Jesus-tap-dancing-christ!” Kelle bellowed. She felt like her arm was made of play dough and it was hanging on by a paper-thin strand that was being pulverized by Adrianna’s formidable hands.

Kelle was about to make a joke about massage being used for amputation when she heard a woman cry out from the other side of the wall. Adrianna’s hands stopped. She’d heard it too.

“What was that?” Kelle asked, a bit tensely.

A moment passed when there was no sound but the music and their breathing in the small room.

“It sounded like it was next door. Our neighbors to the right.” Adrianna said quietly, her hands shifting to Kelle’s shoulder.

“Do they uh… do deep tissue massage over there too?” Kelle quipped.

Adrianna was quiet a moment. “I think,” Adrianna adjusted the towel, “it’s some sort of… sex club.”

“What?! In an office park?”

“Why don’t you roll over?” Adrianna suggested, lifting the towel.

Kelle acquiesced, anxious for a chance to see the other woman’s face. Her eyes were strange, not embarrassed but… guarded as she dropped the towel over Kelle’s loins.

Kelle settled into the table once more. She could already feel a gentle throb in her legs. She considered that this would either be the beginning of the ‘afterglow’ of the deep tissue massage or the onset of paralysis.

“What makes you think that?” She asked quietly. She could see wheels turning in Adrianna’s mind. There was a story here for sure.

“We had a mixup yesterday.” Adrianna said, rubbing fresh oil into Kelle’s stomach. “A woman came into our lobby saying she was here for her 3:30 session. I’d been expecting someone at 3:15 for a massage so I just thought she got the start time mixed up.”

“What happened?” Kelle asked, trying to keep her nipples in check as her imagination began working on how this story ended with ‘and that’s why I suspect it’s a sex club.’

“I sent her to one of the rooms and asked another girl to cover my 4:15. Then I grabbed my kit and went to join her. When I walked through the door she was… kneeling on the table.”

“Kneeling?”

“Her clothes were in a neat pile in the corner, except her shoes. Bedroom shoes, y’know? She was still wearing those.”

Kelle gawked. “So, she was nude in heels… kneeling on the table?”

Adrianna closed her eyes to gather her thoughts. She was flushed. “No, not ‘nude.’ She was wearing… things under her clothes. Leather straps with buckles and rings made of and steel. All over her body. She had on a collar thicker than any of my belts.”

Kelle couldn’t tell if it was the massage but she was becoming aware of a warm and not unpleasant ache beginning to make it’s way through her body.

“I just stood there. I didn’t know what to… I didn’t say anything for a second and then she said some really weird stuff.”

“Like what?” Kelle croaked, realizing how far south Adrianna’s hands had traveled. They were below her belly button now and agonizingly close to-

“She said ‘This slave has obeyed. I have the documents. No one will know they are missing for at least a week.’”

“That is weird,” Kelle breathed, hearing the effect of Adrianna’s hands in her own voice.

“I glanced at this stack of papers she’d set down on the table. It was like… a bid or something. For a contract with the city? Like architecture or construction stuff.”

“And she stole them?” Kelle whispered, biting her bottom lip as Adrianna’s hands continued massaging almost directly over her pubis.

“I guess. I don’t know. But she realized that something was wrong and she like ‘woke up’ or something. Like one second she was on autopilot and the next, she was flipping off the table and getting back in her clothes and she was out the door in a blink.”

“Did she go next door?” Kelle asked, biting back a moan.

“Y-yeah,” Adrianna said, her eyes far away. “I wasn’t sure if she was in trouble or something but she looked again at the suite numbers on the building and marched next door. I guess she got them mixed up. I wasn’t sure I should follow her but… I did.”

“What did you see?” Kelle hissed, her body writhing forward and back on the table, trying to coax Adrianna’s fingers those last few inches to glory.

“Nothing really. It was like a normal reception lobby,” Adrianna murmured. “The girl that had run from the massage table talked to this woman behind the desk and then rushed into the back. I explained what had happened to the receptionist and asked if the girl needed help.”

Kelle nodded but said nothing, her breath whistling through clenched teeth.

“The receptionist told me. It’s a club for people who like to play games. Kinky stuff. The woman liked being commanded to steal things from her job. So, the manager, some woman named Ms. Hatcher has other members plant fake documents for her to ‘steal’.

“Then, the girl reports back to receive her ‘reward’. The receptionist said all the members do that sort of thing. Under the direction of Ms Hatcher. She’s like a conductor of kinky games or some such.”

“That’s so… strange,” Kelle whimpered, her hands squeezing into fists to stave off the sudden spike in arousal… and to keep them from treating her nipples to a deep tissue massage between her thumbs and fingers.

“Yeah,” Adrianna said, lost in thought. “I never thought places like that were real… much less next door.” Her hand was still massaging Kelle everywhere near her steaming pussy without actually making contact.

“Mmhmmm!” Kelle hummed. She had to leave. Right now. She had to go to her car and masturbate right this second. Or, she was going do it right here in front of Adrianna.

Then Adrianna’s eyes roamed over the towel and spotted Kelle’s growing wet spot. Her eyes popped open and looked right into Kelle’s.

Oh no… oh god! Kelle could see it all cross the other woman’s face: she’d been on autopilot, lost in her thoughts. She’d had no clue what she was doing to Kelle. Adrianna had been almost sexually gratifying a client… and she was absolutely mortified.

Kelle sat up as Adrianna covered her mouth and took a step back.

“I’m sorry!” She gasped. “I’m so sorry! Ohmygod, I shouldn’t have done that!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Kelle whispered frantically, gently waving her hands to try and calm the other woman down. “It’s not your fault!”

Adrianna’s eyes opened wider. Kelle knew what she was thinking. Like she knew air was made of nitrogen and oxygen. She just knew. Adrianna was thinking about things like license revocation, termination and legal charges.

“Adrianna!” she hissed, remembering how thin the walls were and trying to keep her voice down. “This isn’t your fault. I…” she had to say it. She had to.

“I like you! I’ve been… thinking about you all week. And that story and your hands… I couldn’t help it. It was me… not you.”

The room was utterly still for a moment.

Adrianna lowered her hands from her mouth. There were tears forming at the corners of her eyes. But… there was a slight smile at the edges of her lips. “You like me? Like… like me?”

Kelle nodded but said nothing.

Then Adrianna smiled. “I like you too,” she said in the softest whisper. “I was flirting like mad when I painted your toes.”

Kelle breathed again, it felt like the first time in minutes. A grin broke out on her face. “I knew it!”

“I wanted to book you for a massage so I could see you again but…” Adrianna’s smile vanished. “I should’ve gotten someone else to do your session. It was a bad idea… This is my job. I can’t do that here.”

For the fourth time in her whole life, Kelle knew just the thing to say in this sort of situation. She thought of all times she’d only thought of it a week later, when the chance had long slipped away. She thought about the handful of times she’d had it… and been too afraid to say it. In the space of a couple breaths she thought about every missed opportunity in her life.

She willed confidence into legs. She stepped off the table and stalked forward, fire dancing in her eyes. She backed Adrianna into the corner, then she let go of the towel. It slipped from her waist, falling to the floor with a whisper of fabric.

Not this time.

She took a step forward and leaned towards Adrianna; close enough to kiss. “Then let’s go somewhere else,” she whispered in a sultry purr.

Adrianna’s eyes were huge; shocked at Kelle’s boldness. But only for a moment. A smiled found its way to her face. She laughed, quietly. Conspiratorially. “I… can’t make plans like that while I’m on the clock. We’ve got rules. But… I get off in an hour.”

Kelle’s mouth parted in a huge grin as she nodded eagerly. This was happening!

“Am… am I done?” She asked quietly.

Adrianna blinked, shaking her head in confusion. “Oh!” She suddenly got it. “Yeah, we’re all finished up. You can… put your clothes back on.”

“Just for a little while though,” Kelle whispered with a wink.

Now Adrianna was biting her lip and nodding. She put a finger to her lips to indicate secrecy then spoke up for the first time in several minutes: “You’re all finished. I’ll step out and let you get dressed.”

“Thank you so much,” Kelle called out in an exaggerated voice.

Neither of them could stop grinning as Adrianna stopped the music track and exited the room.

Goddess! Kelle ran her fingers through her short black hair, gasping as adrenaline hammered through her quivering limbs. She’d done it. She’d taken the chance and it worked! She shook her head, still not quite believing it.

Girl, you are getting laid tonight!

She rushed to her clothes and started getting dressed.

“Well how was it?” the woman sitting at the desk asked as Kelle emerged from the hallway. Adrianna stood behind the woman’s chair, giving Kelle a look with one eyebrow arched wickedly.

“I don’t think I’ll know for a few hours yet,” Kelle said glancing up in time to see Adrianna hiding her face behind her hands as she pretended to scratch her forehead.

The woman at the desk nodded knowingly. “Deep tissue can be like that. Well I hope we see you again!”

“Thanks so much. Have a good night!” She waved as she stepped through the door. She looked back through the glass to see Adrianna and the other woman smiling at her, then turning to each other. Chatting about some workplace stuff, no doubt.

Kelle walked to her car her whole body glowing. It was the best feeling she’d had in a very long time and she was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the massage.

Well, maybe not nothing.

Kelle passed the hour lost in her thoughts. Imagining what would she would say when Adrianna emerged from the spa; where they would go; what Adrianna would taste like. She shook her head, still not quite believing what had happened. How close it almost came to being a total disaster before it turned into… something amazing.

What if wasn’t just a one-night thing? That would be fun. And, such a brilliant story to tell later. What if… they really hit it off? What if they spent the next day finding out they loved the same music, hated the same food? What if… what if they were telling the story of tonight over drinks with their circle of friends one day, just before announcing they were engaged?

Kelle hid her face in her hands, laughing at herself.

Don’t fall in love yet girl. Just have fun and see where it goes.

When she looked up, Adrianna was walking through the door with a duffle bag over one shoulder. She was scanning the parking lot. Kelle bit her lip and just took her in. She was so pretty! Her hair pulled back in a dark pony tail revealing all the lines of her neck and shoulders. Kelle turned off the car and went to open the door.

Her hand had just closed on the handle. She had the perfect thing to say when she walked up. She was sporting a huge grin, thinking of the way Adrianna’s eyes would look when she said it. She was so caught up in her daydream it took her a moment to realize that a woman had walked up to Adrianna from behind. Adrianna turned suddenly, obviously surprised at being approached in the nearly deserted parking lot.

Kelle glanced around and saw the glass door of the suite next door to the spa slowly closing on its hydraulic hinge. The woman had come from the sex club. Kelle sat up in the car seat, her hand tight around the door handle but she stayed put.

Was this the receptionist? Or the girl-thief that had run from the massage table? The manager woman? Hatcher or whatever her name was?

She seemed to be asking Adrianna something. Adrianna was shaking her head no. They were both smiling.

Probably following up to make sure Adrianna didn’t call the cops.

The woman was gesturing towards the club. The club where people played kinky games… and stole documents from the city planning office. Adrianna was still shaking her head no. The woman smiled bigger and waved her over as if Adrianna were a child afraid to try out a roller coaster.

She wants Adrianna to go inside with her?

The woman didn’t seem like a manager… she just didn’t have that aura to her. The receptionist most likely. But why would she be inviting Adrianna inside? Were they going to offer Adrianna a membership to buy her silence in their little mixup?

Bitch, she’s got plans with me tonight!

Kelle slowly pulled the handle and the door quietly unlatched. She wasn’t sure how the other woman would react but walking over would give Adrianna the perfect excuse to bow out gracefully. She gently pushed on the door-

Just as the suite door opened once again and tall, regal woman in a dark green dress stepped out. Kelle stopped. It was her. Ms Hatcher. This was a woman in charge of people. She stepped over to Adrianna and the receptionist, her hands clasped before her.

Kelle could almost hear her tall stiletto pumps clicking on the asphalt. The diamonds at her ears, wrists and neck were dazzling in the lights of the parking lot. Her eyes shone bright and magnificent, even from this distance. And, she was gorgeous.

Hatcher reached out for Adriana with one hand, her eyes beaming. Adrianna took it and they shook hands… and kept shaking. Ms. Hatcher was nodding at whatever Adrianna was saying. She drew Adrianna’s hand into both her own, squeezing it affectionately and gently pulling Adrianna closer.

Adrianna took an awkward step forward. Ms. Hatcher was speaking now, nodding her head up and down in a steady rhythm as her eyes stayed fixed on Adrianna. Her left hand held tight to the pretty masseuse’s as her right floated up between them and began drifting back and forth, gesturing as she spoke.

Kelle could see the flash of her diamond bracelet from where she sat in car. It must’ve been dazzling up close. She had no idea what they were talking about but wasn’t so sure she wanted to walk into the middle of it. She wouldn’t want to make things any more difficult for Adrianna given how awkward the situation was already.

But if any of the three women were feeling awkward it didn’t show. They were all smiles as Ms. Hatcher continued speaking and waving her hand. Adrianna was nodding herself now, in roughly the same rhythm as the pretty manager.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Kelle hissed through her teeth, more than ready for this to be over.

At last, it seemed like they might be ready to wrap up. The receptionist shifted on her feet, then stepped behind Adrianna as Ms. Hatcher, kept talking. She had shifted from nodding her head up and down to drawing circles in the air instead. Adrianna mirrored the motion.

“Finally!” Kelle quipped as Ms. Hatcher took a step back. She was dying to ask Adrianna what that had all been-

Kelle frowned as Adrianna took a step forward, towards Ms. Hatcher. Then another. The other woman was still holding her hand. Still talking. Still drawing circles in the air with the motion of her head.

Something was wrong. Kelle’s eyes narrowed. Adrianna’s body language was strange. Like she was tired: shoulders drooping, feet dragging as she took another step forward. The duffle bag slipped from her shoulder. The receptionist was ready. She caught it in both hands as it fell.

Adrianna didn’t even notice. Her head was weakly rolling on her shoulders, following the circles being drawn by Ms. Hatcher. The pair of women took another step. Hatcher was leading Adrianna into the club.

The receptionist shifted the bag onto her own shoulder and pulled the door open for them. Ms. Hatcher was smiling brightly as she continued talking and led Adrianna inside. Adrianna’s feet shuffled across the threshold, her face never leaving Ms. Hatcher’s.

The receptionist followed them, stopping in the doorway to scan the parking lot. Kelle held her breath as the woman’s eyes swept over her car.

She’s making sure there aren’t any witnesses!

Kelle felt a dreadful tightness filing her stomach.

The receptionist, seemingly satisfied, disappeared inside and let the door slowly drift shut behind her.

Kelle suddenly inhaled, sharply. She stared, dumbstruck, at the lobby of the sex club through its glass doors. Inside, the lights switched off.

Kelle paced on the sidewalk outside the glass doors. There was no signage of any kind. No hours of operation, no business name, nothing. Not that she expected a private sex club to openly advertise itself. Kelle glanced through the glass into the darkened lobby. It was just as Adrianna had described. It could be the reception for any number of businesses.

Kelle ran through the possibilities in her mind. What had she seen? Was Adriana in trouble here? Did she need help? Kelle didn’t even have her number. Did she even know her well enough to tell if she was acting strange?

Adriana had walked like she’d been drugged. Like she was under a spell or something.

Kelle peered into the lobby again. That’s when she noticed a light on the wall behind the reception desk. Her eyes had been adjusting to the dim light outside the dark office suite. Now, she realized that there was a computer monitor on the desk.

As Kelle studied the room more closely she saw that there was a poster or a large photograph in a frame on the wall behind the desk. A townhome in a large city somewhere. Didn’t seem like the United States. London maybe?

The frame had a glass pane protecting the photo underneath. Kelle squinted and could just make out the computer screen in the reflection. It was a grid of photos except some of them were moving.

Surveillance cameras.

The club had a network of security cameras. That meant Kelle was probably already on at least one of them. But… it also meant she might be able to catch a glimpse of Adriana and the other two women.

Kelle Took a deep breath, weighing the risk. There was no sign that said keep out or that she had to be a member to go inside. She wouldn’t be guilty of trespassing unless they asked her to leave and she refused.

Besides, they didn’t seem the sort of people that would have the police on speed dial. The worst case scenario would be… they would do whatever they’d done to Adriana to lure her inside.

Except, you would already be inside and would have done most of the work for them.

In that event, the worst case scenario would be they would do to her whatever they were doing to Adriana right this second. That settled it. She put her hand on the silver door handle and gave it an experimental tug.

The door opened a few inches. Kelle had half expected an alarm to ring out. But all she could hear inside was the whine of the building’s climate system. She steeled herself and pulled the door wide then stepped through it.

She padded across the carpet, through the dark room to the desk where the computer monitor sat. There was a hallway just beyond the receptionist station. It turned a corner after only ten feet or so.

Kelle stepped behind the desk and examined the screen. There were 12 small boxes displaying live feeds from cameras in other places within the suite. Her heart pounded and she saw herself on one of the thumbnail windows in the corner.

You’re committed now girl, just get on with it.

As she looked over the camera feeds, some of the thumbnail windows suddenly switched out with a different view. The club must’ve had more cameras than they had screen real estate to display them.

Most of the tiny windows showed hallways with multiple doors on either side. One showed what must’ve been a rear entrance at the back of the building. Without knowing the layout of the building, it was impossible to understand exactly what she was looking at.

Kelle growled quietly in frustration, scanning the display for anything that would help. That’s when she noticed a small icon near the top of the window. It was a map button. Kelle instinctively grabbed the mouse and clicked it.

She grinned a moment later when a simple line drawing of the entire suite appeared on top of the video feed windows. There were tiny camera icons scattered across it. Kelle clicked on one, to her mind near the front of the suite, and a larger window displayed video from a camera facing the parking lot and the glass door she had just stepped through.

Kelle begin clicking the other icons, searching the building through the cameras. There seemed to be four main hallways connecting to each other and forming a rectangle. The hallway just beside her joined it at the corner in the lower left.

Satisfied she had a firm grasp of the building’s layout, Kelle began clicking the icons that appeared inside the smaller squares and rectangles attached to the hallways. Those had to be the rooms behind those doors she’d seen from the hallway cameras earlier.

Given the late hour, she wasn’t surprised that they were unoccupied. She did brace herself for an elaborate sex dungeon or maybe an orgy in progress. But, what she saw through the cameras were a series of unremarkable rooms: a conference table surrounded by office chairs; a lounge of some sort with several couches facing each other; what looked like a simple hotel room with a king size bed and a television on the wall.

Kelle remembered the woman’s voice she and Adriana had heard through the wall earlier. One of the rooms along the left side of the building must be occupied. She began clicking through those camera feeds and then her heart leapt in her chest.

She saw a claustrophobic room with black walls and carpet. There was just enough space at the edges to walk around some sort of padded table in the center. There was a woman on the table, illuminated by a bright light directly above her. She was wearing designer lingerie with stockings.

She was also strapped down to the table and struggling in her bonds.

Kelle’s eyes we’re huge as she studied the video. The woman was wearing large glasses of some sort. They wrapped across her face and were held down by an elastic strap around the back of her head. She also had shiny black earbuds pressed into her ears.

As Kelle’s eyes roamed down the woman’s lithe body she realized that there were wires running from some sort of electronic box at the bottom of the table. At first, she had mistaken them for more of the black straps holding the woman down. Now, she could see two small cables running up the woman’s legs and… and beneath her lace underwear.

The cables were twitching and Kelle had a pretty good idea of what they were attached to… and what had the woman squirming so deliciously.

It’s a sex club right? This is the sort of thing people come here for.

She shook her head and moved on to the next camera. As the feed switched to one of the cameras in the hallway on the left side of the rectangle, she saw movement. Someone had opened a door and the light from inside spilled out into the hallway casting shadows of the people inside the room.

Kelle switched to a new camera, this one in the hallway that formed the top side of the rectangle. There! Miss Hatcher and the receptionist were talking outside a room at the far end, near the top right corner junction. As Kelle watched, Miss Hatcher pull the door closed and they began walking in the direction of the camera.

Where is Adriana?! Is she in that room they just left? Why would they leave her in there?

Kelle’s mind raced through a handful of scenarios as she contemplated what she was about to do. Miss Hatcher and the receptionist were in the top right hand corner, walking left across the hallway at the top of the rectangle. If Kelle was quick, she could enter the rectangle at the bottom left and make her way right and then up to the room they had just left. The room, presumably, where Adriana still was.

They wouldn’t see her, and if she were quiet they shouldn’t hear a thing. She glanced to the short hallway beside her, the one that would lead her into rectangle of hallways.

Now or never, Kelle!

Kelle stepped away from the desk and walked as quickly as she could down the short  hallway and peered around the corner. Empty, just as she expected. She stepped around the corner and then gasped. She raced back to the reception desk and closed the windows she had opened, returning the computer to the state she’d found it in.

Then, she went back to the hallway junction. As she moved into the lower left corner of the rectangle she could hear voices. Miss Hatcher and the receptionist had almost reached the end of the top hallway. In another moment, they would come around the corner and see her.

She raced across the left hallway and moved forward. In her mind’s eye, she was thinking of the camera diagram. She was in the hallway at the bottom of the rectangle. She needed to make it to the end of the hallway and turn left at the corner. Adriana‘s room should be at the end of that next hallway.

What if this is all a mixup? What if something entirely different is going on here? What if… What if Adriana is a member here and this is part of some fantasy of hers?

If Kelle burst in on Adriana in flagrante delicto… she’d be mortified. They probably both would be. But she could laugh it off, just like the mistake with the towel earlier, and everything would be fine. She might not have the fun sort of evening she’d been looking forward to, but she probably get a good story out of it to tell later.

But, if she wasn’t wrong… Adriana needed her help. And, Kelle would be there. She knew that there was a rear exit connected to a room almost in the middle of the top hallway. She would get Adriana, they could make a run for the back exit and then they would be in the clear.

Kelle didn’t imagine anyone would chase them but, just in case, it was a good bet that Adriana would be able to get into the rear entrance of the spa where she worked. If the worst case scenario happened, they could get inside and call the police.

At that thought, Kelle pulled her phone from her dress’ pocket and switched it into silent mode, just to be on the safe side. It only occurred to her then but it might have been a good idea to text someone with the details of where she was and what she was about to do. Just in case the worst case scenario was more dire than she wanted to imagine.

She reached the corner and slowly peered around it, looking down the hallway that formed the right side of the buildings rectangle. At the end, she saw the door on the right where Miss Hatcher and the receptionist had left Adriana. She shut out everything else and began walking towards it.

Kelle was almost in the middle on the hallway when the door on her left suddenly opened. She instinctively jumped backwards, and cursed herself a moment later for not leaping forwards and making a run for her goal.

There were three people coming out of the room on her left. A man and woman in business clothes. There was another woman behind them: tall and dressed in latex fetish wear. She was caught! They’d seen her.

Or had they?

The man and woman’s faces were blank, their eyes distant. Their gaze swept across her but didn’t register. They said nothing and gave no reaction to her at all. She was frozen on the spot, staring at them while they stared through her. No one said anything.

Except the tall woman in latex. Kelle heard her from inside the room: “Wait a moment pets, I’ve left my phone.”

Kelle heard footsteps as the latex woman roamed around. Kelle looked back behind her. She could retreat down the hallway, back the way she’d come. But there was an excellent chance she would run into Miss Hatcher and the receptionist. She could try blowing past this new group but it was very likely the tall woman in latex would spot her.

That only left…

Kelle turned the door handle immediately to her left.

Locked!

She had only a moment to decide what to do next. She crossed the hallway and tried the handle there. She had only the faintest recognition that there were strobing lights visible underneath the door as she turned the handle and pushed it open with one smooth action.

Music poured into the hallway. A driving techno dance track with pulsing bass. Kelle grimaced but she was already committed. She stepped into the room, turned and closed the door as quickly and quietly as she was able.

Just before the door was fully shut she heard the latex woman’s voice: “What’s going on out there?”

Kelle turned around, putting her back to the door and scanned the room for a place to hide. Her breath caught in her chest as she took in the bizarre scene in front of her. There were four couches arranged in a square in the middle of the room. The seats all faced inward and, in the middle of the couches, there were four large televisions mounted to a thick metal column running from the floor to the ceiling.

There were people seated on the couches. None of them turned to look at her. No one even seemed to notice she’d entered the room. They looked as blank as the zombie couple she’d just seen in the hallway. They were all focused on masturbating to the rapid fire porn blazing on the screens.

Jesus.

On the screens, glistening feminine bodies wearing bright neon colors were thrusting and shaking as they were relentlessly fucked by huge porn cocks. Kelle saw the backs of three heads at the couch in front of her. And, on the right, two more men seated at either side of another full-size couch. The men all were naked, their chests shiny with sweat as they furiously pumped their rigid, leaking cocks.

Over the din of music, Kelle heard the latex woman’s voice outside the door: “Stand there pets, I’ll just be a moment.”

Shit!

Kelle padded across the carpet, around the outside of the sofas, to the other side of the room. On the couch at the far side of the room, hidden by the televisions, Kelle found a lone woman seated in the middle cushion. She was naked and all curves, luscious and beautiful. The woman’s short, curly dark hair framed her gawking face.

They all wore that same expression: mouth hanging open, eyes wide and staring into the screens. The woman had one hand between her thick legs while the other pinched at the swollen nipples of her pendulous breasts.

The door opened, light from the hallway spilling into the room.

You’ve got to do something, she’s gonna see you!

Kelle yanked off her dress, praising herself for wearing something that could be removed quickly. She tossed the garment underneath her as she sat down beside the curvy brunette and quickly yanked her panties down her legs.

She opened her mouth and stared, blankly, into the screen pushing one hand between her legs and using her other to quickly pinch her nipples into hardness. Kelle pushed her underwear beneath the couch with a foot just as the latex woman stepped around the televisions and came into view.

Kelle stared intently at the screen, seeing the woman stalk by in her peripheral vision, but not allowing herself to look, not even with her eyes. On the television, she and her voluptuous couch mate were watching women dancing. Women with impossibly perfect bodies. Taught muscles beneath golden tanned flesh. Women with perfectly sculpted legs and asses, wearing insane whore heels. Women with professional make up, plump botox lips and huge, gigantic silicone tits.

The latex woman slowly circled the room, she was behind Kelle now, taking her time as she paced around them. On screen, a platinum blonde with breasts larger than her head was staring lewdly into the camera, dancing with a sports bottle in her hand. She upended it over her chest and poured half a liter of thick, glistening oil onto her enormous breasts. Her huge nipples hardened instantly, poking out towards Kelle and the woman beside her.

The brunette groaned in pure ecstasy at this. Her hand jumped from between her legs and clamped on hard to her other breast. Her body shook as she thrust her hips forward and back, lewdly.  Desperately. Kelle could smell the woman’s dripping sex. She hadn’t cum, as Kelle had initially suspected, in fact she’d stopped herself. She’d driven herself right to the edge of orgasm and then denied herself.

The latex woman stepped into view on her right, still strolling with a patient, casual gate. Kelle gasped and hoped that it came across as wanton sexual desperation. The hairs on Kelle’s neck were standing as straight as her own nipples. She could feel the latex woman’s eyes on her as she kept walking past the couch to Kelle’s right and back towards the door of the room. Kelle kept her unblinking eyes on the screen and watched. There was nothing else to do.

Several agonizing moments later, the woman was out of view and Kelle saw light from the hallway as the door opened once again… and then closed.

Kelle stayed put, not knowing how long it would take the latex woman and her pets to make it down the hallway and out of view. She began counting backwards from one hundred, hoping a minute and a half would be enough time.

She lost count of where she was around fifty. She’d gotten distracted by a gorgeous woman with Asian features wearing a micro bikini and sensuously pulling her thong forwards and back through the deep cleavage of her glistening ass. She looked just a bit like Adriana.

Kelle started counting down again, this time from sixty. She was somewhere in the thirties… or she thought she was… when she realized that she wasn’t counting again. She also realized that she wasn’t pretending to masturbate anymore.

Her fingers rubbed firm circles across her throbbing clit, in time to the music. The hand working her breasts moved from one to the other, making sure neither of them suffered very long without some attention.

It had been enough time. Probably. She’d done a fair amount of counting and quite a bit of… watching. She could get up and leave now. She would… in just a few more…

Kelle felt her pussy begin to sizzle as a powerful orgasm welled up inside of her. Something about that seemed wrong. It felt like it would be against the rules. And something about that seemed very wrong to Kelle.

The people in this room, the woman beside her they didn’t allow themselves orgasm. They masturbated themselves to the edge, stopped and then rode out the denial as if it were better than the release. If Kelle made herself cum (ooooh god yesssss!) she might give herself away. The others might realize she didn’t belong here.

What would they do? Would they out her? Would they fetch Miss Hatcher? The savage looking woman in latex? Or, would they take matters into their own hands? Would they gang up on her? Would the men hold her down and pin her to the couch?

They’d hold her arms tightly and make sure that Kelle was masturbated properly. The woman would use her own slick and experienced fingers between Kelle’s legs while toying with her breasts. Strong hands would hold her head towards the screen, fingers pulling her eyes open and forcing her to watch as she was brought to the edge of climax over and over until…

Until Kelle was one of them. Then, she could be trusted to stay on her own orgasm denial routine. They would all return to their seats and the only evidence that Kelle hadn’t always been one of the helplessly masturbating people in this room would be the soaking wet dress she was sitting on.

The dress she’d so cleverly chosen so that she could rapidly get naked for her massage. With Adriana…

Christ, Adriana needs me! What the hell am I doing?!

With far more effort than it had taken for Kelle to ride the edge of orgasm, she pulled her eyes away from the screen and shut them. It helped a bit. But the throbbing music and the chorus of groans and heavy breathing were like a whisper of temptation: urging her to relax back into the sofa, to open her eyes and continue drowning in porn bliss.

Kelle gripped the arm of the couch, pulled herself to her feet and turned away from the screens. She retrieved her dress and slipped it back on. Adriana might ask later about the large damp spot but that would be the least strange detail in the story of what had happened tonight.

Kelle turned back and headed for the door, holding up a hand to shield her eyes from the wicked temptation to look back into the screens and be mesmerized by the porn. She focused on the floor and the couches instead.

On the fourth couch, there was a man and woman sitting next to each other. He was short and thin. The woman seemed quite tall by comparison, with gorgeous red hair. They both pumped their huge, throbbing cocks in the exact same rhythm.

Kelle reached the door and paused to listen for voices on the other side. With the music blasting, she couldn’t know if there was nothing to hear or if there was and she just couldn’t hear it. Dammit. There was nothing to do then… but open the door and take her chances.

She touched the door handle. The light of the TV behind her cast a dancing glare on the sheen of the wood door. Not quite a reflection. If the door had been truly reflective…

I’d be a goner.

Kelle had the wickedest thought then. Picturing herself getting caught in the spell again. Right now. Now that she was at the door and almost out of the room. Turning back and surrendering to the irresistible porn once more.

Ohmygod!

It would be soooooo hot. Sabotaging herself just as she was about to escape. Succumbing to the temptation… walking back to her spot on the couch and jilling off beside the pretty brunette. Submitting to the pleasure of masturbating and never letting herself cum.

But Kelle had never really been one of those seize the moment kinds of people. Except she had been tonight hadn’t she? Earlier with Adriana. Again when she’d cowgirled up and stormed in here. Tonight she’d been all about seizing the moment.

Fuck yeah girl, YOLO!

Kelle felt a vague sense that she was lying to herself.

Lying about that being the reason she’d taken her hand off the door handle. Ultimately, the reason didn’t really matter did it? She turned around.

NO!

On the screen, there was a porn goddess waiting for her. The woman was a young brunette with impossibly large yet completely natural tits. She was bouncing her whole body, spinning her breasts in opposing directions as she smiled opened mouth and nodded at Kelle.

Kelle whimpered and walked back to her spot on the couch.

NooooooOOooo. No, no, no no!

Her couch mate was humping her left hand now. Her right was rubbing the leather cushion where Kelle had been sitting moments ago. She’d left a small puddle. She could see the sheen in the glaring light of the TVs. The curvy woman, ran her fingers through what was left of Kelle’s juice… and then sucked them into her mouth.

Kelle groaned in ecstasy as she pulled her dress off and dropped it at her feet. She sank into the couch and pinched her nipples into twin points of molten erotic fire. The woman beside her never looked over, never spoke… even as she lifted her right leg up and over Kelle’s left, then captured it in the crook behind her knee.

She pulled Kelle’s legs apart. Opened her. Wide.

Kelle sobbed and pushed a hand between her legs to resume her glorious, endless masturbation. Except the curvy brunette’s right hand was already there. Kelle squealed in pleasure as the woman’s fingers dipped into her with no resistance whatsoever. Kelle was so, so wet.

On this screen there was a pair of women dancing beside a sparkling pool in identical black swimsuits and high heels. They looked into Kelle’s eyes and smiled as they started peeling off their clothes for her.

The woman picked up the pace and Kelle was already building to another mind melting edge. She’d lost. So had Adriana. Kelle would never find out what they’d done with her. She’d never come racing in to help. Because she was too brain fried on surrendering her orgasms to do anything about it. She’d hate herself for losing. But, she’d get over it.

No! Adriana needs you! Get up! Get up now!

Kelle couldn’t muster the will to do anything as her pussy was expertly played with. She began to buck on the couch gasping as she felt the first pop of the orgasm. Of course, that’s when the woman’s hand slipped out of her and stopped moving.

Kelle gritted her teeth. She dug her nails into her palms and tried to convince herself this wasn’t the greatest sexual rapture she’d ever felt. Her willpower was leaking onto the couch beneath her. She drew on every drop she had left and grabbed the woman’s arm and began humping it furiously.

There was only one way to break free from the spell she’d fallen under. The woman instantly realized what Kelle was trying to do and began fighting to pull her arm away. But Kelle had much more leverage and twice the strength. Something about the woman fighting back pushed Kelle over the edge in an instant.

She howled and began to gush, her body bouncing off the seat uncontrollably as she came. The orgasm punched a hole in the porn haze her mind had been drifting in. She had to leave now!

But woman sensed this was her plan and plunged her hand into Kelle’s sopping pussy once more, trying to steal away the brief moment of clarity and get her under sex control once more. Kelle moaned weakly. The same part of her that had nearly cum when she’d sabotaged herself at the door was so, so horny for her to do it again now.

Kelle leaped up from the couch and turned her body away. The woman’s hand pulled free with a gooey slurping sound. Kelle snatched her dress from the floor and ran for the door, looking over her shoulder. She was half expecting the woman to tackle her and drag her back.

Reality, or whatever passed for it in this room, couldn’t have been further from that. The woman was sucking Kelle’s cum from the fingers of her right hand while her left drew rapid circles over her own slick folds. Her eyes never left the porn as she licked her fingers clean.

Kelle yanked open the door, still carrying her clothes, and darted back into the hallway, slamming it closed behind her. She just stood there for several seconds, breathing. She glanced around. The hallway was still and, mostly, quiet though she could still feel the throbbing rhythm of the music tempting her on the other side of the door.

No! Not again. No way!

She pulled her dress on. Her phone was missing. Kelle spun around to face the door. It must’ve fallen out when she’d stripped out of her dress. For the second time.

Stupid, stupid stupid!!!!

She slapped the top of her head with three quick and fierce blows. She wanted to scream at herself but the anger was clearing her head and she was starting to remember that she’d been, prior to slipping into the accursed porn room, trying not to get caught.

She couldn’t go back for it. She couldn’t. If she went into that room again she would never leave. And that was all there was to it. She turned around and went to the door at the end of the hall.

It was unlocked, thank god. Not knowing what to expect, Kelle worked the handle slowly and quietly. Once she’d cleared the latch from the frame, she carefully pushed the door open. Her eyes fell, instantly on Adriana’s duffle bag.

It sat on the floor next to the door. Her clothes were piled neatly on top of it.

Kelle turned around and checked the hallway one last time. She couldn’t hear a thing. She knew how many cameras were watching her right now. If someone hadn’t spotted her yet it was only because the surveillance software was busy looking through others video feeds right now. But that wouldn’t last.

Kelle slipped inside and shut the door just as silently as she’d opened it.

The room was a bit larger than a doctor’s exam room. It was practically empty except for a shelf of large plastic bins off to one side. And the woman being held captive in it.

Adriana was standing in the middle of the room, facing away from Kelle. She was naked, of course, her arms were bound tightly to her torso with thick four black straps that buckled along her spine. She wore a tall, a really tall pair of high heels. They pitched her feet so far forward Kelle couldn’t imagine how she was standing in them.

A glint of chrome answered that question. There was a metal plate set in the floor between Adriana’s feet. A polished chrome rod rose out of it, up between her legs and… and disappeared inside Adriana’s pussy.

Kelle’s eyes widened. She stepped closer and realized that there must of been some sort of sex toy at the end of the rod. She could hear it purring inside Adriana. This close, Kelle could smell the other woman’s sex. It was delicious and nothing like the woman Kelle had just escaped on the couch.

“Adrianna,” she whispered, “don’t say anything. It’s Kelle.”

Adriana didn’t react in any way.

She knows my name… right?!

“From the massage earlier,” Kelle added. “Just hold tight a second.” She looked around the room for the camera she knew must be in here. If only she’d had time earlier to check the feed, she’d already know where it was.

There!

It was much smaller than Kelle had imagined. A simple white circle, with a small black lens in the center, mounted above the door. It looked like it had been stuck to the wall with glue. Kelle grabbed a plastic bin off the shelf, it was very similar to the ones she kept in her car to hold groceries, and set it down in front of the door. She carefully stepped onto its handles, praying the plastic would be sturdy enough to hold her weight.

She reached up, stretching as far as she was able… and pulled the camera free!

Tiny wires were fixed to the back and ran into a hole in the wall. Kelle held firm to the small white disk then stepped off the plastic bin and yanked it hard. The camera snapped free of the wires with almost no resistance.

Trespassing, destruction of property… good thing they’re kidnappers or I might be in legal trouble.

Adriana hummed in a low, throaty sound.

“I’m… going to get you out of here! Just keep quiet.” Kelle hastily tossed the camera into the plastic bin and returned it to the shelf. “Okay, let’s get you-“

Adriana twitched in her bonds and growled as her whole body tensed. Her head thrashed from side to side. That’s when Kelle noticed the black earbuds in her friend’s ears.

Oh lord.

Kelle stepped around and saw that Adriana’s eyes were trapped inside of a thick set of glasses. They were identical to the ones she’d seen on the blonde from the camera feed earlier. The dark glass lenses were the color of smoke and hid Adriana’s eyes beneath. But, there was light spilling out from around the edges, shining on Adriana’s cheeks.

Kelle’s eyes went wide. Thinking of the addictive porn feed from the other room. If Adrianna had been watching it the whole time… Kelle snatched the glasses of the other woman’s face. Adriana’s eyes were huge, staring straight ahead as if they’d been glued open.

Kelle didn’t dare look into the glasses to see what they’d been beaming into Adrianna’s eyes. She tossed them into one of the plastic bins, followed by the tiny black ear buds.

“Adriana?” Kelle whispered. “It’s Kelle.” She was still staring ahead into nothing. Or maybe not into nothing. Maybe she was still seeing what the glasses had been feeding her. “Adriana?”

She blinked.

Kelle gasped and smiled. She reached out and gently pushed a sweat-soaked strand of hair off her forehead. “Adriana, can you hear me?”

She blinked again and started to move her head. She looked at Kelle.

“Wh- where?” She closed her eyes, shook her head and blinked repeatedly. “Where are we?”

“The neighbors to the right,” Kelle whispered. She stepped behind Adriana and began unbuckling the straps binding her arms to her body. “The sex club.”

“You need to…” Adriana voice cracked like she’d just woken up, “…get out. You need to leave.”

“I know,” Kelle said as she worked feverishly at the buckles. “I found out the hard way what they do here. Don’t worry I’ve got a plan. We’ll be out of here in just a minute.”

“W-water,” Adriana rasped.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any. I-I don’t even have my phone.”

“Bag,” Adriana whispered.

Kelle looked to the door. Someone was going to come check the camera at some point. But how long? She chewed her lower lip and sighed. “Alright. Alright, just a second.”

Kelle stepped to the bag and unzipped it. She found the sports bottle as well as Adriana’s phone. She grabbed both. Then she pulled out the large jacket at the bottom. Adriana wasn’t going to have time to get properly dressed.

“Here,” Kelle thumbed open the bottle’s lid and pressed it to Adriana’s lips. She took a long swing and then lowered her head and swallowed. She nodded for the bottle and Kelle fed her another mouthful. Then, she set down the bottle on the floor next to the phone and jacket.

“I just need to finish getting these off,” Kelle resumed unbuckling the last two straps. And, then, Adriana’s arms were free. She stretched them out and rubbed her biceps. Suddenly, her arms shot straight out in both directions, bobbing up and down as Adriana tried to maintain her balance atop the one bar prison and the savage high heels.

Kelle wrapped an arm around her torso to steady her and kept it there as she stepped around in front of Adriana once more. “We’ve got to get you… off that,” Kelle said, nodding down to the chrome bar impaling Adriana’s sex.

Adriana stared ahead, giving the slightest nod.

“Just, grab my shoulders,” Kelle knelt down and wrapped her hands around the backs of Adriana’s thighs, just below her butt. “Keep your arms stiff, okay?”

Adriana nodded and obediently straightened her arms.

“One… two… three!” Kelle grunted and straightened her body, pressing her legs and feet into the floor with everything she had. She held firmly to Adriana’s thighs, squeezing the flesh there as she lifted the other woman an inch… then two. She remember to breath and started taking regular breaths in and out as she kept lifting.

The base of a purple dildo slipped out of Adriana’s pussy, it was covered in creamy white honey. Kelle growled and kept lifting as a thick round nub came into view. Then, three more inches of thick silicone and it wasn’t done yet.

“Jeeeesusss,” she grunted as she continued to beat her all time squat record.

Kelle’s legs were almost straight. Adriana’s arms were locked at the elbow and trembling mightily. They weren’t going to be able to get high enough to dislodge the toy. “Hold on!” Kelle wrapped her arms around Adriana’s thighs and took a quick step backwards. The wide head of the purple toy pulled free with a sucking sound.

Adrianna fell onto Kelle’s shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. Kelle spread her feet wide to handle the weight and started to tip towards her right to set Adriana down. “Wait!” she stopped and straightened up again.

With her right hand, Kelle reached down and quickly pulled off the high heels and tossed them aside. Then, she set Adrianna down and took hold of her by the shoulders. “Are you okay?”

Adriana shook her head. “I’m not sure.”

Kelle nodded. Who the hell could be okay in this situation? “Let’s get your jacket on,” she said, reaching down for it and pulling it up Adriana’s arms. The other woman stood passively and let Kelle dress her.

Her eyes were fixed on the wide, flat end of the fiendish purple toy.

“One of those fancy cervix massagers,” Kelle quipped, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. “I’ve been saving up for one of those.” She finished pulling the jacket up Adriana’s arms and turned her so they faced each other. “How was that?” Kelle asked casually as she zipped the jacket.

“It felt good,” Adriana said quietly.

“I’ll bet,” Kelle reached down and grabbed the phone. She was going to leave the sports bottle but then thought better of it. She might be able to throw it or hit someone with it in case they ran into trouble. She hefted both items in her hands and looked at Adriana.

“We’re going to go straight out that door, down a hallway. We’re going through either the sixth or seventh door on the right. One of them has a back door but I don’t remember which.”

Adriana listened to her passively, then nodded.

“I’m going to go first. You need to stay right behind me. Can you do that?”

Adriana looked at her. “Okay,” she said finally.

“Okay.” Kelle led them to the door. She looked between her hands and decided the sports bottle would need to ride in her right. She’d need her left for the door handle so… she dropped Adriana’s phone the pocket of her dress.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” Adriana said, her voice a little stronger.

Kelle considered another count down but she’d never forgive herself if they got caught by a margin of less than three seconds. “Let’s go!” She turned the handle and stepped into the hallway.

It was considerably cooler in the hallway. It was also, blissfully, unoccupied ahead of them. Kelle glanced once to her left down the other leg of hallway. Empty. She took a deep, hopeful breath and jogged forward, not able to hear Adriana’s bare feet behind her.

One, two, three, four, five… six!

Adriana grabbed the door handle in her left hand and pushed. It was locked.

Fuck!!!!!

She raced to door number seven and slapped at the handle. The door clicked open and swung wide revealing a small storage room. Several piles of cardboard boxes were stacked to the left and right of a path leading through the room… and to a fire door rigged with an alarm.

Nothing to do about that.

“We’re going to need to run as soon as we get through that door,” she whispered over her shoulder. “Do you know how to get into the back door of the spa? Is there a keypad or a-“ Kelle gasped as she turned. Adriana was still back at the room she’d been a captive in, leaning against the door frame like she was trying to get her balance.

Shit!

Kelle broke into a full run back down the hallway, berating herself the whole way. Adriana’s legs were probably numb from the shoes. She should’ve taken that into account. Kelle reached her and wrapped her left arm around Adriana’s waist, gripping the other woman firmly.

“Good news, I found the door out. Just lean on me and I’ll get us there.”

Adriana said nothing but nodded.

“Can we get into the spa through the back? We’re going to set off the fire alarm when we get out.“

“Keypad,” Adriana croaked. “Just keep hitting eight.”

Kelle nodded and readied herself. “Okay, here we-“

“HALT!” a woman’s voice bellowed from down the left hand hallway.

Kelle glanced past Adriana’s head. It was the latex woman again. She was already charging towards them. Kelle broke into a run, pulling and dragging Adriana along. The other woman kept pace as best she could.

Kelle chanced a glance over her shoulder as the pair reached door number seven. The latex woman was rounding the corner and still coming at them at full tilt.

Kelle threw the two of them over the threshold and kicked the door shut behind her. She dragged Adriana forward, towards the fire exit, flailing with one hand and pulling down as many cardboard boxes as she could manage to block the way behind them. She slammed into the door with her shoulder, pressing the red paddle and spilling them onto the asphalt.

She could see her breath and there was a thin mist hovering under the lights of the rear parking area. “C’mon,” she panted and pulled Adriana to the left, towards the spa’s rear door. She could hear yelling behind her.

They reached the door and Kelle stabbed the eight key repeatedly. As promised, a tiny green light blinked happily and the door’s lock clicked loudly. Kelle yanked it open and practically tossed Adriana inside. Then she threw one last look towards the neighbors to the right, the fire door had already swung closed and clicked shut.

Kelle didn’t wait to see when the latex woman would come charing through it. She followed Adriana inside and pulled the spa’s back door shut.

It dawned on her then, that she’d never heard the fire alarm go off.

“No.”

“We… we have to!” Kelle implored. “They kidnapped you!”

“No… no cops.” She was sitting in the chair that Kelle had been in when Adriana had done her pedicure last week. Kelle hovered just outside the door of the room watching the front of the building. The suite was totally dark, illuminated only by the light that crept in from the parking lot.

Kelle paced up and down the hallway. She wasn’t sure what ‘no cops’ meant to Adriana but she could think of a half a dozen good reasons she wouldn’t want them digging too far into her. She looked back out the front doors of the spa. The parking lot was empty save for her own car and Adriana’s.

Would they be watching the parking lot next door? Would they rush out and try grab them both before they could run to their vehicles and escape?

“I guess… I feel like we have to tell somebody or they’ll do it again. To someone else.”

Maybe to us… again.

Kelle tried a different tack. “What if I called… anonymously? Just told them they need to do a welfare check on some made up person. They’ll go room by room next door and it’ll scare the shit out of Hatcher and her goons. Make them think twice about trying to snatch us or anyone else.”

“I thought you said you’d lost your phone,” Adriana said behind her, dodging the question entirely.

Kelle wished she could see the other woman’s face but maybe Adriana preferred it this way? She didn’t sound good. Getting away hadn’t lifted her spirits, though she had thanked Kelle at one point for getting her out of that place. She sounded very unhappy and Kelle could understand why.

Adriana worked here. How was she going to show up for work tomorrow, or any other day, after what had happened? How was she ever going to walk to her car in the dark again without having a panic attack?

“I can call from home but that means making it to our cars first.” She heard Adriana climb down from the chair and take a deep breath.

“I don’t have a key to lock the door from outside.”

Kelle thought that over. “My car is closer. You let me out and then lock the door behind me. I’ll get to my car and pick you up at the back door. You have your phone ready in case anything happens. Can we do that?”

Kelle didn’t hear anything for several seconds and realized Adriana had probably nodded out of habit, forgetting that Kelle couldn’t see it. Finally she said, “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

Everything went to plan. Kelle made it to her car without so much as seeing a light come on next door. She drove around to the back of the building and collected Adriana as planned, then drove back to the front and parked next to Adriana’s car.

They’d talked a bit. Kelle had invited Adriana to stay with her tonight, not for anything romantic, just to have someone else close. She’d offered to drive Adriana home. Adriana had politely declined, telling Kelle she couldn’t ask her for anything else.

Kelle understood. If their roles had been reversed, Kelle would probably want nothing more than to go home, get clean and be alone. Kelle had done her good deed. There was nothing else for her to do right now.

The pair of women embraced as Adriana finally climbed out of the car. She stood staring, for several long moments, at the sex club where she’d been abducted only hours ago. Finally, she climbed into her car and switched it on. She managed a half smile and wave before she pulled away.

Kelle took one last look at the vile office suite and then went home.

They’d traded contact info, of course, and Kelle had insisted that Adriana call her once she got home. Just to let Kelle know she’d made it. Kelle had gotten a vague idea of where the other woman lived which is why she was pacing back and forth through living room of her condo. Adriana should’ve been home fifteen or twenty minutes ago.

Had something happened? Had the club done something? Or… could Adriana have had car trouble? Gotten into a wreck? Should Kelle have let her drive home after such a traumatizing-

The phone on the kitchen counter blared and Kelle snatched it up before the first ring could finish. “Adriana?”

“Hi there. Yeah it’s me.”

She sounded okay. Better actually. Better than she had back in the parking lot. Maybe she’d taken a drive and cleared her head a bit?

“Thank god, I was starting to think the worst.”

“You didn’t call the cops did you?”

Kelle laughed weakly. “No, but I was starting to think about it.”

“That’s good, ‘cause I already did.”

Kelle blinked. “You did? You called the cops?”

“Sure did, just like you said. Didn’t give them my name just told them a friend had gone into that club and they needed to make sure she was okay.”

“And, they’re gonna do that?”

“I think they’re doing it right now.”

“Great!” Kelle tried to hide her shock. “That’s great I’m glad you did that. I think it’s for the best.”

“I don’t think it had really sunk in before… y’know what happened.”

“Of course… that’s exactly how shock works.” Kelle grimaced and hoped that telling Adriana she was experiencing shock wasn’t too presumptive.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Listen, I’m just now realizing what you did for me tonight and I… I barely thanked you before and I know I was hardly talking and…”

Kelle was shaking her head furiously, just waiting for a chance to cut in and put a stop to Adriana’s apology.

“… so I just wanted to say, again, thank you so much. For everything. My god, if you hadn’t been there? I can imagine would would’ve happened.”

Kelle breathed deeply, making sure Adriana had said what she needed to. “You’re welcome Adriana. I… just couldn’t leave you there. After everything that had happened with us at the spa… I just couldn’t.”

“Quite a first date, huh?” Adriana quipped, even managing a slight chuckle.

“First date?” Kelle said, chewing on her bottom lip. Now this was the Adriana she remembered. The insufferable flirt. “That implies there’s going to be more.”

“Well of course,” Adriana sing-songed. “We could go get oral corrective surgery together and it would still be the best second date I’ve ever had, by comparison.”

Kelle laughed. And, oh god did that feel good. “You say when and where and I’ll be there.”

“You’re a poet and I betcha didn’t know it,” Adriana shot back.

“I’m really glad you’re feeling a bit better.”

“Thanks, Kelle. It’s all thanks to you. I’ll never be able to say that enough.”

“You’re welcome,” Kelle didn’t know what else to say.

“I’ll call you soon okay? Let me know if you get a new number, okay?”

“Okay! I’ll talk to you soon. Night.”

“Night.”

Kelle hung up the phone and sank into one of the chairs at her kitchen table. She’d never quite felt such a mix of so many strong emotions. Anger, fear… lust… hope, sadness and joy. This had been the craziest night she’d ever had and that was saying something considering her sophomore year of college.

Despite everything that had happened. She had really hit off with Adriana and it felt like nothing, not even an attempted kidnapping was going to keep them apart. Kelle smiled and nodded to herself with a great sense of satisfaction.

All that was definitely worth the cost of a new phone.

Kelle climbed out of her car and scanned the parking lot. Adriana was here, parked in the same spot she’d been that crazy night last week. Four days had never seemed so much like a lifetime, as far as Kelle was concerned.

She locked her car and headed for the glass double doors. The four days since hadn’t been quite as strange as that night but… they’d certainly been different.

For the first time in her life, Kelle had gone looking for porn on the internet. She laughed at herself. It was a strange achievement to finally be unlocking at her age.

It had felt wrong that first time, the day after their ordeal with the sex club. Something about typing crass names for women’s body parts into a search engine, after what she’d experienced, seemed very unhealthy.

But weighed against that was the knowledge that suppressing a part of herself or something she enjoyed would likely be far more unhealthy. And, as it turned out, Kelle enjoyed pornography.

It went without saying that she’d discovered this in one of the most noxious ways imaginable. And yet, she’d chosen to look on it as a positive. Something good that she took with her out of a situation that had been decidedly bad.

It had helped her enormously with processing what had happened. Gave her a sense of ownership over that dreadful night’s events. Not only was that night not holding her back, she’d gained something from it. She’d discovered a whole new side to her sexuality.

One that could appreciate the erotic theater that was adult entertainment. The way the sexy performers seemed to be talking right to her as she watched them and touched herself.

Sure it was obnoxious and a bit gross but… that was kind of hot too. The wrongness of it. The wrongness of a woman like her getting off watching women like that do those kinds of things with toys and boys and each other.

And always to a music track that just oozed sex. Kelle had to get her phone situation sorted out so she could put together a playlist of the new artists she’d discovered to feed her emerging need for sex music.

It was kind of crazy actually, how good she felt. If she’d been a different sort of person she might have even stopped by the sex club to thank them for helping her discover this new part of herself.

But no. They were kidnapping assholes and the only reason she was walking back through their door was to get her phone back.

If the receptionist was surprised to see her, she hid it well. Kelle was playing the game too. Not letting the other woman see anything but a mask of casual serenity as she strode through the doors. Inside though, her stomach was doing gymnastics.

“Good afternoon,” Kelle flashed a smile. “I left my phone here a few days ago and I’ve come to collect it.”

The receptionist nodded and tapped a finger against her wireless earbud. “Miss Hatcher, the woman is here about her phone. Yes, Miss. At once.”

She motioned Kelle to the hallway. “Second door on the right, go right in.”

Kelle smiled brightly and strode past the desk. Entering the hallway complex again was strange. It had all seemed so nightmarish last time. Now it just seemed mundane. Kelle turned the handle and stepped into a spacious and cozy office.

Given Hatcher’s dress sense, the room seemed a good fit for its occupant. Just inside the door there was a huge plush rug in warm tones marking off a sitting area with dark brown furniture. The woman herself sat at the far end of the rectangular room, standing behind a large oak desk opposite a single comfy looking leather chair. Today’s dress was white and it contrasted sharply with the dark hair gathered up on top of her head.

“Good afternoon, Miss Hatcher,” Kelle smiled and shut the door behind her confidently.

One of Miss Hatcher’s eyebrows was up and there was a ghost of a smile on her face. “Good afternoon.” She gestured to the chair.  “Won’t you sit down Miss… you know, I don’t know your name. What should I call you?”

Kelle lowered herself into the seat. “You don’t need to call me anything, really. It’s going to be a brief conversation and I can’t imagine we’ll see each other again after today.”

“Pity,” Hatcher slowly took her own seat.

Kelle looked around the office, nodding in approval. “It’s not what I expected, I’ll admit. When I think ’human traffickers’ I think of dingy basements and ranches in the middle of nowhere. That’s probably from watching TV, though.”

Hatcher studied her for several moments with her dark eyes. That same hint of a smile played at the edges of her mouth. “And, you do enjoy watching TV.”

Kelle stared her down and felt something like a cold chill run down her back. Her mind had been elsewhere these past few days. She hadn’t really taken the time to realize that the people with the porn dungeon and dozens of cameras would have seen the full record of her… visit. It was unnerving, that Hatcher knew something so intimate about her. But, it also felt a bit like being watched and that was, just a little, arousing.

Maybe she’d think about this the next time she was parked in her office chair back at home. With her legs splayed open and resting on either side of her computer.

“What was that room, anyway? I mean we- uh… they weren’t just watching porn together. It was deeper than that.”

“Much deeper,” Hatcher nodded, “excuse me a moment.” She reached over to an electronic device on the desk beside her and flicked a switch. She studied the array of lights on the front a moment, then turned back to Kelle. “Apologies. To answer your question: no, they are not just simply watching. They are using what is playing on the screens to enter a prolonged, heightened state of meditative sexual… trance I suppose. The euphoria that comes with it is more potent than any designer drug.”

“On the internet they just call it gooning,” Kelle cocked her head.

“That’s an awfully small word for such a profound experience.” Hatcher seemed like she didn’t want to show just how insulted she was. ”Some of them stay in that room, more or less, for days at a time. You must know, or you can certainly imagine, what it must be like to spend days on end… high on pure sexual bliss.”

“It’s more than that,” Kelle said pointedly.

“Our clients have very unique sexual tastes,” Hatcher spread her hands diplomatically. “We’re in business to provide an outlet that is equally as distinct.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Kelle leaned forward. “I watched you kidnap my friend.”

Hatcher shook her head but didn’t interrupt.

“I was terrified of what you might be doing to her. Which, it turns out, that you tortured her after you abducted her.”

“Absolutely wrong. On both counts.” Hatcher sounded like they were disagreeing on whether or not some new downtown high-rise had changed the feel of the neighborhood.

“The point I’m trying to make,” Kelle waved her hand impatiently, “is that I really wanted to leave that room… and I couldn’t. And, since I’m being honest, I’ve watched a lot of porn since that night and I haven’t experienced anything like being in that room. So… what happened, exactly.”

Hatcher seemed to silently debate whether to answer. Then, with a slight nod, she said “Our clients, who seek out this type of experience, enjoy the fantasy that it is an irresistible compulsion: to watch and pleasure themselves. We employ some technology and presentation techniques to help them feel that way.”

“The music?”

“Yes, that’s one part of the equation. There’s others I can’t get into, trade secrets and so forth, but they are very effective in creating that sense of compulsion I mentioned. As evidenced by your being here today. ”

“No,” Kelle shook her head, “that’s… not what this is about.”

“Really?” Hatcher blinked in faux shock, “How much pornography have you watched since your visit last week? How much had you consumed prior to that?”

“That’s just because this was my first experience with something new and I-“

“And, you’ve been trying to recreate the experience at home ever since. You’ve matched it closely enough that you’ve worked out the music you have access to isn’t giving you the same feeling. And you need that feeling again, don’t you?”

“No, that’s… that isn’t what-“

“Yet here you sit in the office of someone you believe is a kidnapper and torturer. Why not tell Amber you want your phone and wait in the lobby for it to be brought to you? If I’m as dangerous as you think, then what on earth are you doing sitting in a windowless room with me?”

Kelle stared at her for several long moments. “I think I’ll have my phone now, please.”

“You’re welcome to go get it. It’s still in the room where you dropped it.” Hatcher nodded towards the door. “You shouldn’t have any trouble fetching it yourself, right?”

“You should know,” Kelle reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope and dropped it on Hatcher’s desk, “that I dropped off an identical document at my attorney’s office on the way here. It’s a full statement of what I saw and experienced here last week. It’s got contact information for the heads of the kidnapping task force for the state police as well as the FBI. If I haven’t checked in with a phone call to them within the hour, my lawyer’s office is going to forward my statement to both of them.”

Hatcher’s slight smirk faded quickly. She looked Kelle over and began to slowly nod. “Well played,” she said finally. She picked up her phone and tapped something then held it to her ear. “Could you fetch our mutual friend’s phone and bring it to her in my office please?” Hatcher hung up and dropped the phone back on her desk.

“It’s too bad, really,” Kelle shrugged in a disappointed fashion. “If I didn’t know what I know I’d love to be a client here. I’m not embarrassed to admit there’s a part of me that still loves the idea. But, I witnessed you kidnap and torture a friend of mine.”

“I’m sure it seemed that way, watching from the outside and without all the facts,” Hatcher said calmly. The door opened behind them and Kelle heard footsteps on the carpet coming towards them. “But, the truth is that everything that Adriana experienced that night was the fulfillment of a long held fantasy of hers.”

Kelle felt the air move beside her as someone stepped close to the chair and an arm held out her phone to her. Kelle’s eyes never left Hatcher’s. “I happen to know that she called the police after what happened. So you can stop that bullshit, right there.”

Hatcher was shaking her head. “No, that’s just what she told you to put your mind at ease and give you a bit more time to realize you needed to come back to us also. Isn’t that right Adriana?”

“Yes, Miss Hatcher,” Adriana said.

Kelle spun in the chair and felt her mouth drop open. Adriana stood beside her holding out Kelle’s phone in her left hand. There was a pinch in Kelle’s arm. That’s when she noticed the syringe in Adriana’s right hand.

“Adriana?!” Kelle leaped to her feet and snatched her phone. She swiped open the menu and dialed 911. There was dead silence as the phone refused to connect.

“Oh, I’m afraid this jamming box is going to prevent you from making any calls while you’re in the building,” Hatcher nodded to the box she’d been fiddling with earlier.

Kelle ran for the door, her legs felt wobbly and there was a horrifying sensation of heat making its way up her neck and into her head. The door opened just before she reached it and the severe looking woman that had been wearing latex the other night stepped into the room wearing black pants, boots and a sleeveless green shirt. Her arms were frighteningly chiseled.

“Thank you for joining us Colonel Müller,” Hatcher said pleasantly. “I have a new recruit for you.”

“Wunderbar,” the Colonel smiled, eyeing Kelle.

Kelle backed up a step and stumbled on her unsteady feet. She tripped, backwards, on the edge of the coffee table in the sitting area and fell. Half her body landed on the sofa. She rolled off, not especially by choice, and slipped into the gap between the couch and the coffee table.

Kelle feebly crawled away but it was like swimming through shallow mud while dragging a small car. All her focus was on the jamming box as she managed to get up on her hands and knees. If she could just reach the desk she could—

Kelle collapsed into the rug and fell asleep.

Kelle awoke at her dentist’s office. Her mouth felt numb. The dentist chair was in the reclined position and she relaxed into it. She was watching the TV conveniently mounted to the ceiling over her.  The dentist office was fine by her. She had a great dentist she’d been seeing since college. She even had her hygienist’s number on her phone. They texted sometimes and talked about TV shows.

Wait.

She didn’t have her phone. She’d dropped it in the sex club and it was still there… and so was she.

Kelle groaned and tried to sit up. Her arms and legs were held down with black straps with shiny silver buckles. She turned her head and saw Hatcher and the terrifying Colonel woman on either side of her. They were fiddling with things outside her field of vision.

“My lawyer will have the police here before the sun goes down,” Kelle croaked, trying to wake up her groggy voice.

Hatcher glanced down at her and smiled, “I’m afraid not. And the sun has been down for a while. We brought you up earlier, just enough to let you think you were calling them. We got the secret phrase you had set up and then Adriana called in as you and gave it to them.”

Kelle was shaking her head, and pulling at the straps.

“Given your income level, it seemed likely they don’t hear from you enough to know your voice over the phone. Anyway, that’s all sorted out and, since then, you’ve been settling in just splendidly. You’re already farther along than I would’ve imagined. But, Colonel Müller is the very best. She’ll have you eating out of her pants before morning.”

“Let us restrain her head.” the Colonel suggested.

“Yes,” Hatcher agreed turning to look at someone behind Kelle. “Adriana, would you please buckle that down?”

Kelle’s head strained to look as far up as she was able. Adriana, upside down, loomed into view and took hold of a strange thin piece of metal. It looked like someone had crafted a masquerade mask out of steel and then cut out the middle, leaving only a half inch or so of the outer edge intact. There were several raised holes around the circumference, machined out for tiny screws.  Two wide leather bands were attached to either side of the mask with three screws each.

Adriana pressed it to Kelle’s face and it fit snuggly over her forehead, cheeks and chin. Kelle felt a clicking sensation as Adriana fed the leather bands into something she couldn’t see and they held her firmly in place, with her face pointed into the TV.

“It’s always interesting…” Hatcher said, it took Kelle a moment to realize it was directed at her,“…the reasons people tell themselves they need to come back here. Some feel they’re having fun. Others get hooked on the secrecy and exclusivity. A few think they’ve found the only safe space to explore some sexually problematic kink of theirs.”

She handed something to Colonel Müller and looked down at Kelle. “In time, they’re all just addicted to what we do to them. And, addiction is such a powerful tool in the right hands. Adriana lasted about a day and half before she came back through those doors and begged me to put her back in the room and finish what we’d started.”

Kelle shook her head but with the device clamped to her face it just seemed like she was trembling. She was doing that too.

“I think she’s a very honest addict. Maybe she’s had prior experience? Anyway, after a day of sitting at home with nothing to do but remember the most intense, complete pleasure she’d ever felt, she realized that it was worth giving up her life to have it again. Didn’t you, dear?”

“Yes Miss Hatcher,” Adriana answered reverently.

“It took you much longer to give in. But…”Hatcher smiled down at Kelle, “…here you are. All the same.”

“I didn’t give in.”

“My dear, that’s just the lie you told yourself to get you back in the door and back in our clutches.”

“Bullshit!”

“You see,” Hatcher said holding up a hand. “There’s two parts of you.” She held her finger and thumb a tiny distance from each other. “One part is afraid of what you experienced here. But, it’s small.” She drew her finger and thumb apart. “There’s another part you that’s much bigger. And, it’s very, very horny for what you experienced here. You’re going to break so quickly and so completely once we give that part of you what it wants. Colonel?”

“Ya?”

“She’s all yours.”

“Danke Frau.” Müller breathed

Hatcher stepped away from the table. “Come Adriana, lets’ go fuck.”

“Yes Miss Hatcher!”

Kelle heard the sound of a door open and shut.

Müller leaned down to look at Kelle. She held another strange metal device in her hand. It seemed like it was part of the hollow mask. “Now,” she said in her deep German accent, “I want you to relax. You have to stop fighting. Once you stop resisting… I can make you cum. Better than anything. Better than everything.”

“No,” Kelle hissed.

The Colonel laid the device across her face. There were two more thin strips of metal joined at the middle like a very tall, thin letter H. It was turned sideways so the two long strips sat above and below Kelle’s eyes. There were small wires attached and they were bent a odd angles. Like someone’s paper clip art project except the wire was a bit thicker. They had been rolled and bent such that there were no sharp corners anywhere.

Colonel Müller started turning thumb screws off to the sides and the wires turned and rolled down until they gently grabbed Kelle’s eyelids, pulled them apart and held them open. She sobbed but even that was through clenched teeth, the mask held her face completely immobile.

Müller moved two swing arms into place on either side of Kelle’s head. Small nozzles at the end of the arms begin spraying a fine mist into her eyes. “We must keep you nice and lubricated,” the Colonel intoned said, moving down the chair and grabbing a pump bottle of thick, clear fluid. “Everywhere.”

Kelle hadn’t even noticed she was naked before that moment. Colonel Müller pumped out several dollops of lube and rubbed into Kelle’s sex, probing her with a finger for good measure. Then the Colonel held up two chrome eggs attached to black chords.

Kelle had assumed one per hole but they both wound up inside her pussy. The feeling of fullness was quite a thing.

“We have a friend in London. She’s looking for a matched set of bondage sluts. I am going to get you and your friend trained up for her.”

“I won’t give in,” Kelle promised.

“I already told you little dove. Breaking your resistance comes later. For now? You must relaaaax.” Then, she pushed wireless earbuds into Kelle’s ears. There was a low, droning sound. It reminded her of the meditation music Adriana had played for her before… before Adriana lied to her and came back here to become a thrall of Miss Hatcher.

The TV came to life. It was playing porn. Not the glitzy, silicone-filled variety that Kelle had been subjecting herself to, however. The models here were more real. Normal women with healthy bodies and self applied make up. They were being restrained and sexually tortured in types of bondage Kelle didn’t know existed.

Women handcuffed to beds with vibrators belted into them. Women strung up between posts, being flogged across their breasts by one latex-clad dominatrix while another relentlessly pumped them with a strap on from behind. Women suspend by metal bands screwed right into the wall, being fucked by tireless machines.

Superimposed over that, was a spiral tunnel stretching into infinity. At the very center, there was a tiny bright dot that was flickering and throbbing like a loose light bulb. There was a shooting star spiraling towards Kelle, streaking out from the center of the faint tunnel, on a collision course with her.

Kelle tracked it the full length of the tunnel. It spun in a lazy slow arc that kept her eyes moving in a circle until it finally struck her right in the middle of her forehead. The eggs inside her surged to life and buzzed the walls of her sex like nothing ever had.

Her whole body was tensed in her bonds until the sensation finally passed. Her muscles went limp as one, as she sank into the chair. She mewled quietly. The pleasure had been… incredible. Not an orgasm. But really good.

A woman on screen in Victorian clothes wrestled with her bonds on an antique sofa. Her arms were bound behind her back in some sort of leather sleeve. Thick white ropes covered her body and encircled her impressive breasts. They were getting soaked with sweat and turning her white button up shirt transparent.

“Wasn’t that wunderbar?” the Colonel whispered in her ear. “This is like a game. If you play… it plays with you. Makes you feel good. Easy to play. All you must do is repeat the words it shows you. So easy. So relaxing. If you play good… it will give you what you want. Make you cum your brains out.”

“I’ll check on you later. Have fun.” Müller made a kissing sound and then she left the room. Kelle was still trying to gather her thoughts from the scramble they’d gotten when the eggs went off. She saw another point of light racing towards her. This one was dragging a block of text:

I CAME BACK TO SUBMIT

Kelle squealed and wracked her body even though she knew it would do no good. The star was tumbling down tunnel towards her and nothing could stop it. Her eyes crossed as it struck her forehead. They stayed crossed as the vibrating eggs blended her thoughts into a slurry.

A woman kneeling on a bed with her arms held by cuffs and chains to the ceiling above her. An older woman in a corset and stockings approached the bed carrying a bullwhip and a strap on.

It took two more cycles for Kelle to realize that the eggs were meant to blast her with immense pleasure, but not let her cum. Not until she gave in and played the game.

Kelle couldn’t help but wonder what the Colonel had meant about how if she played, the game would give her what she wanted. That seemed meant to be especially tempting. What the hell, there was little that could happen to make the situation worse.

The mask held her jaw securely so she just sort of growled through clenched teeth: “I came back to submit.”

The video on screen changed. Along with the music. Kelle moaned desperately as pure orgasmic bliss pounded through her entire body. The oiled pornstars with the micro bikinis and enormous breasts smiled down to her like they were greeting an old friend.

Kelle fought to close her eyes but there was no looking away from them. She didn’t know how long it lasted but, at some point, the wickedly tempting porn faded away and was replaced by:

A woman walked down a crowded sidewalk and bit her lip. Her hands were in her pockets. No one could see that holes had been cut in her clothes and that her hands were bound to her thighs with an elaborate leather harness under her pants. They couldn’t see the dildos buried in both her passages that fucked her with ever step.

Kelle knew the game then. It was showing her things it knew she wasn’t into to tempt her into saying their words, conditioning herself, to earn a porn prize. It wasn’t going to work. She steeled herself and clamped her mouth shut. All she had to do was endure some fetish porn and not play their sadistic game.

By the tenth star-strike Kelle’s pussy was drooling like a dog hearing the dinner bell. Each time a star came sailing down the tunnel towards her, she could feel her pelvis lifting off the table as if stretching to meet a lover’s probing fingers.

But. She hadn’t recited the phrase. She was very pleased with herself for that. They’d underestimated her. Thinking the vibrators and the bondage would turn her mind to mush. Kelle was proving stronger than they realized. She could endure this. She was not going to let them break her and indoctrinate her like poor Adriana.

A woman rode in the backseat of an expensive car. She was handcuffed behind her back and held in place by the seatbelt. Her eyes were half closed as she rode the vibrator inside her soaked panties. The car slowed and stopped at an empty intersection. The prostitutes from the corner went to the car and opened up the door. They pulled the new recruit from the back seat and took her to start her job at the glory holes.

The words in the spiral tunnel changed occasionally. Mostly it was phrases designed to weaken her resolve. It wasn’t working. Kelle’s resolve had never been stronger. She had learned to just relax in her bonds and let the mind-melting pleasure take her as she watched the kinky video stream run its course.

Kelle’s eyes were open but she must’ve fallen asleep anyway. She woke up to Colonel Müller and Miss Hatcher looking down at her. “How are feeling Kelle,” Hatcher asked.

“It’s not working,” Kelle’s tired voice whispered. “I didn’t say the words. Any of them.”

Hatcher looked at Colonel Müller. “So you didn’t earn a reward at all?”

“Once,” Kelle said proudly, “just to see what the reward was. That’s it. You’re not going to break me.”

“I see,” Hatcher said and tapped at something on a tablet she was holding. “Tell me what you think about this.” The TV snapped on.

Adriana dangled from heavy chains attached to the ceiling. She wore a leather harness that was like a bikini that framed, rather than covered, her pussy and breasts.

Kelle screamed as her body almost broke itself in half at the power of her orgasm.

There were chains dangling from Adrian’s leather harness, they rattled as she convulsed in them. She had a ball gag strapped onto her face pulling her mouth open almost as wide as her eyes. She stared into a TV screen that filled an entire wall.

Kelle’s every muscle clenched as she came again, it felt like there was a vibrator inside her brain and it had found her mind clit.

Adriana had no vibrator, no delicious nipple clamps, no horse tail butt plug. She gasped and cried as her body writhed in constant pleasure. The wall-screen flashed the words “Cum you bitch,” and Adriana obeyed, her eyes rolling up in her head. She no longer needed toys to cum. Only commands.

Kelle gasped in an irregular, desperate rhythm. Her sex was sizzling. She felt as if steam were pouring off her body.

“You see Frau,” Colonel Müller said with a wicked grin, “she’s ours if she plays… ours if she doesn’t.”

“It’s a very wicked game isn’t Kelle?” Miss Hatcher smiled. “Alright Colonel, let’s run the next course and then we’ll turn them loose on each other. They should reinforce themselves nicely.”

“Ya, it will be done!”

Hatcher left the room and Colonel Müller leaned over the table staring down at Kelle with a hungry smile. Her nipples were huge and poking out from her tight shirt. “I hope you enjoyed your time relaxing little dove,” she purred. “Now, I will break you.”

The screen came to life again. Behind the spiral tunnel were images of Miss Hatcher. Glamour shots in expensive gowns, designer lingerie and myriad dominatrix costumes.

NO!!! Not her! I can’t let them condition me to fall in lust with her!

Kelle had to say the words this time. Every one of them. Whatever it took to keep her from being trained to cum at the sight of Miss Hatcher the way they’d trained to her cum from the just the thought of bondage sex.

If they got her throbbing, quivering clit tied to Miss Hatcher… Kelle would obey her. Would obey anything. Miss Hatcher could use Kelle’s face as a seat, her tongue as an ash tray and her eat food off her body and it would only make Kelle love her more.

You have to do it. Just play the game this time.

The words appeared in the spiral tunnel as the first shooting star came rocketing towards her. “I’m an obedient slut!” Kelle cried out, hating how true it already felt. With as much of a smile as she could manage, she watched the Miss Hatcher montage fade from the screen.

It was replaced a moment later by a steady stream of videos. Starring Colonel Müller.

NOOoooOOoOOOoOOOoo!

The Colonel held a tiny woman in a headlock with one hand while pressing a vibrating wand between her legs with the other. The woman’s eyes rolled up in her head as she rode the line between orgasm and unconsciousness.

Kelle’s body convulsed in her bonds, her eyes held open as the images poured into her mind.

Müller pumped a thick strap on in and out of a woman bound to an exam chair. Her feet were parted in steel stirrups and held down by black leather cuffs. She wore a visor and earbuds as her head thrashed from side to side in what seemed a continuous orgasm. It was Adriana.

Kelle gasped and grunted in a language she’d never heard before, her thoughts turning into wanton nonsense as they streamed from her mouth.

Colonel Müller was in a room with the man and woman from the hallway last night. They were married. He was naked and tied down to a chair with his cock stretched out and held in place by a wicked looking clamp. There was a candle mounted on a stand above it. It dripped searing hot wax onto his bound member every few seconds. He pleaded with his wife to blow it out. She was kneeling between the Colonel’s chiseled thighs, eating her pussy and groaning at the pleasure she got from doing it. Müller laughed as the slave wife ignored her husband and worshipped her Dominatrix instead.

Kelle wasn’t sure if she was cumming again or if she’d never stopped. The reward cycle finished and the Colonel Müller videos faded out and were replaced by the endless montage of Miss Hatcher being gorgeous and commanding and so, so sexy.

Kelle’s mind felt like a muscle that had been taxed far beyond its limits. She could’t win. Either she’d be programmed to love Hatcher or Colonel Müller. And, no matter which she chose, they’d probably make her do this again and switch the sequence. They wanted her obedient to both of them and Kelle knew that she would learn to want that too. Maybe much faster than she’d like to admit.

Tears streaked down her face. They had her. She wasn’t getting off this chair until she belonged to them. They were… brainwashing her. Into a slave. And it was working! Kelle could already feel their commands inside her head. They didn’t feel like her own thoughts. They were different… but only for now. Once she got used to them, she wouldn’t know the difference.

By then, there wouldn’t be a difference.

But Kelle could at least choose one thing. She could choose to belong to Colonel Müller before Miss Hatcher. Her last act of defiance. Her Alamo. Her Thermopile. She spat the next words the screen showed her: “This little slut loves to be trained!”

The reward sequence kicked in. The photos of Hatcher faded. Kelle smiled, enjoying every bit of the small victory she could. The video footage faded in. It was a blond woman with elaborate tattoos covering her back. Her hair was tied into a pony tail that bounced excitedly as she worshipped Miss Hatcher’s creamy sex.

Kelle howled in anguish, screaming and grunting and cursing. The eggs inside of her waited until she’d stopped to get her breath before they obliterated her mind.

When the white spots faded from her vision, Miss Hatcher was still on screen.

She was humping the blonde’s obedient face. She cracked a riding crop across the woman’s ass and the slave thanked her without ever removing her tongue from the slick pink folds. Hatcher looked at Kelle and winked. She was even more gorgeous with her clothes off.

Kelle didn’t fight after that. She lay slack in her bonds drifting in an out of awareness as her mind was reprogrammed to love, worship and, especially, obey Miss Hatcher and Colonel Müller.

When Kelle was finally taken out of the dentist chair her new slave mind had taken firm root. She shivered in arousal at every look Miss Hatcher cast upon her. Her nipples strained towards Colonel Müller’s voice with every command she gave.

She was taken to a lavish bathroom where she bathed and rubbed the soreness out of her limbs. Then, she was presented with clothes. A black leather bra-harness with cut outs for her tits. Black leather panties with sheer lace to expose her slave cunt. Tall black whore heels to keep her legs and ass on display at all times.

Micro orgasms popped in Kelle’s body with each garment she put on. Reinforcing the relentless indoctrination she’d already received. When she looked at herself in the mirror she fell in love with the slave she had become.

Colonel Müller took her down the hall to a room she hadn’t visited before. But she recognized it all the same. It was the room where the walls were screens. She’d seen video of Adriana trussed up here and receiving her own slave conditioning.

Now, Adriana stalked over in her own pair of come-fuck-me heels. A luscious silicone cock swayed back and forth from where it sat snug in a black harness. Kelle almost fell to her knees at the spike of arousal she felt seeing her friend in her own slave wear.

But she had not been commanded to kneel and so she stayed standing and rode the wave of arousal as it threatened to drown her. “You will make a fine pair,” the Colonel mused. “You’re for an old friend of mine. You’re going to be hers. She’s in London. You’ll love it there, no matter what she does to you.”

Colonel Müller unhooked the leash from Kelle’s collar and motioned her to go to Adriana. “Take turns with each other. I want to see you both making me proud and being the most submissive sluts I’ve ever trained.”

“Yes Colonel!” the pair cried in unison.

“If you do a good job, I’ll turn on the screens. Let you cum your brains out, Ya?”

“Thank you Colonel!,” they whimpered.

Then Colonel Müller left the room and the door clicked shut.

Kelle turned to Adriana. There was so much to say. Adriana had lied to her on the phone. Had injected her, helped Mistress Hatcher capture her. If Adriana had never made a pass at her she’d have never booked a massage and wound up a brainwashed slave who could orgasm simply if she was told to.

“I love you,” Kelle cried out, tweaking her nipples as they throbbed on her breasts.

Adriana nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “I know. I love you. That’s why I did it. I had to help you be their slave too. It’s better than…”

“I know!” Kelle squealed, “everything. It’s better than everything.”

“Ever been to London?”

“No.”

“We’re going to be together. We’re going to be slaves together.” Adriana leaned close and pushed her tongue into Kelle’s mouth, their soft lips dancing over each other.

“Forever,” Kelle murmured between kisses, “We’re going to be slaves together forever.”

“If we’re going to be good slaves, then we need to start obeying.” Adriana pulled Kelle over to a chain hanging from the ceiling with a pair of cuffs attached at the end. She put the cuffs on and locked them shut.

Kelle’s pussy clenched behind her thong as she was bound. It felt perfect.

Adriana grabbed a tiny padded stool from the corner and brought it over, setting it Kelle’s feet.

“Should I get upon-whooooaaa!” She cried out as Adriana yanked the other end of the chain and the racket in the ceiling pulled Kelle’s hands high over her head. She leaped onto the stool to keep her arms from getting yanked off. The soft material gave her nothing to really stand on in the heels and she tottered dangerously until Adriana pulled the chain and taking out even more slack until Kelle was stretched to her limit.

“Now you can’t fall,” Adriana said with a wink.

“It’s too high, I can’t-“

Adriana swatted her ass hard, then gave the strap on a shake. “Actually, you’re at the perfect height.”

Kelle grinned and bit her lip as Adrianna pulled her thong aside and bent down to press her lips into Kelle’s sex. Soon, Kelle was barking and begging to cum. Then, Adriana took her by the hips and slowly pressed the glorious cock into her steaming pussy.

Kelle came in an instant. And she kept cumming. The came on every deep stroke in as Adriana gave Kelle her very first fucking as a slave. Kelle wept with how good it felt. The orgasms were different from when she’d been free in the same way lakes are smaller than oceans.

Adriana dug her nails into her back, spanked her ass, thumbed her rosebud and pinched her nipples as she fucked her relentlessly. Muttering all the while the stream of ‘thoughts’ worming through her mind: “We’re slaves, oh fucking god, we’re slaves. I love it. Love you. Love the Colonel, fucking love slavery, love fucking your slave cunt, ooooooOOOOooOOHHHHH GoDDDDDDD!!!!”

And once she’d recovered from the orgasm, it would all start again.

Kelle submitted to it gleefully. Not caring if her turn ever came. If it did, she’d help Adriana be the most submissive, subjugated slut she could be. And they would both cum their brains out.

As if on queue, the wall screens switched on and both women squealed in glee as they eagerly turned to watch. Cumming was almost as good as being brainwashed. Almost.

“The reinforcement training is working well,” Hatcher mused leaning forward in the arm chair and grabbing her phone from the coffee table.

“Ya,” Müller agreed, stretching out on the sofa.

The pair was watching the wall mounted TV in the sitting area of Hatcher’s office.  On screen, Kelle submitted to Adriana’s ferocious thrusting.

Müller chuckled. “They want to be together and they only do that if they are both good slaves. This is the first time I’ve tried this tactic on a couple that wasn’t already in a long standing relationship. They must’ve been quite smitten.”

“Another job well done Colonel.”

“Danke Frau,” Müller said with a gracious nod.

Hatcher tapped her phone and spoke into it: “Amber after you’ve finished what you’re doing could you please come in here. I need your help with something.”

Müller raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing.

“We’ll keep them here until the end of the month and then send them to Chicago,” Hatcher typed something on her phone.

Müller turned her head sharply. “But… we already… my friend in London is expecting them. She knows that I’ve been training them for her.”

“And she also knows she’s supposed to be running interference on our behalf. With her secret society friends. I don’t need anymore trouble from them.”

“That’s not what we agreed on.”

“I’ve made up my mind,” Hatcher said flatly, staring at her phone.

“Have you?” Müller said. She stood up and began pacing around the room.

“Yes, and that’s the last I want to hear about it.”

She crept up behind Hatcher and lunged forward, clapping her strong hands onto the other woman’s shoulders.

Hatcher gasped and dropped her phone.

“Perhaps,” Müller purred as her hands began to knead the flesh of Hatcher’s neck and shoulders, “you need a reminder of who your mind belongs to.”

Hatcher shivered, her whole body trembling at the electric touch of the German’s hands. “That doesn’t work anymore. I’m not under your thumb anymore.”

“Then I suppose,” Müller reached forward and ripped open Hatcher’s shirt. Buttons ricocheted off the wall and disappeared into the plush carpet, “I’ll have to get you back under my thumb, my obedient Frau.”

“No!” Hatcher hissed, twisting in the other woman’s grip.

Müller leaned forward and snapped her bra open, the creamy breasts and hard pink nipples spilling free. She wrapped her hands around them, massaging them firmly as Hatcher’s head rolled back and a breathy moan escaped her lips.

“You want me to keep enslaving minds for you, ya?”

“Yes,” Hatcher breathed.

“And you want to keep me happy?”

“Yessssss.”

“Then we send the girls to my friend,” Müller wet the fingers of one hand and slipped them down, past Hatcher’s clenching stomach, and into her waistband. Hatcher moaned helplessly and thrust her hips forward into the probing fingers.

“We send the girls to my friend, say it!”

Hatcher’s head weakly thrashed from side to side as she gripped the arms of the chair and rode the Colonel’s hand. “Yessssss,” she hissed quietly.

“Say it!”

“I’ll send them to your friend!”

“Ya! Anything to keep me happy!”

“I’ll do… anything… to keep you happy,” Hatcher’s eyes rolled up as she grunted in pleasure.

“That’s the game you like to play, isn’t it Frau?”

“Yes!!!” Hatcher wailed.

There was a knock at the door. Hatcher’s eyes popped open and locked on the door in terror.

“In that case, it’s time to PLAY!” Müller shoved Hatcher out of the chair. She fell to the carpet on hands and knees, her ruined clothes dangling beside her heaving breasts as she looked up.

Colonel Müller stepped to the door and opened it. Amber stood outside wearing a thick black collar and a sheer pair of panties that showed off the dark patch of hair between her legs. Her eyes were empty and staring forward. She extended her arms out, offering Colonel Müller the items that she carried.

Müller took the thick riding crop and the massive strap on cock and looked down at Hatcher with sneer. “Frau, your sekretärin has arrived to help you.”

Hatcher nodded her head weakly and began to crawl forward on hands and knees. Müller stepped out of the way and dropped her toys on the coffee table. Then, she peeled her shirt off, her nipples were the size of grapes and standing at full attention. She yanked her pants down and kicked them away.

Hatcher knelt before Amber and offered up her hands, with pleading, desperate eyes. Amber leaned down and clicked handcuffs around Hatcher’s wrists. Hatcher’s body convulsed as they closed shut.

Müller stroked her sex under her black lace thong and then pulled the strap on up her legs. “Take this bitch and put her across the desk.”

“Yes, Colonel,” Amber said dully. She took hold of the chain and dragged Hatcher towards her desk.

“NO!” Hatcher cried out, walking and stumbling on her knees as Amber pulled her along. “Not my office!”

“You need to be reminded of your place,” Müller scolded as she tightened the buckles of the strap on and picked up the riding crop.

Amber dragged Hatcher to the desk and held the handcuff chain tight in her hands, stretching the other woman across it. Hatcher’s breasts dragged across the oak top as she tried to look over her shoulder at Colonel Müller slowly advancing on her squirming ass and legs. She shook her head frantically. “The play room… please I beg you! Not my desk!”

Müller kicked her feet wide and Hatcher’s skirt rode up revealing the tops of her stockings. The Colonel swatted her ass and then dug a hand in to squeeze the delicious flesh. “The last time we used the play room, I’m pretty sure they heard you cumming next door at the spa.”

Then, the Colonel yanked the skirt up revealing the other woman’s black thong. There was an evident damp spot.

“OooooOOoooohMYyyyyyyYYYyyyyGoddddddd,” Hatcher moaned as her head weakly sunk into the desk.

When Colonel Müller yanked her panties out of the way, there was already a river running from Miss Hatcher’s steaming sex to the high heeled sandals she stood trembling in.

END