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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?”
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.
“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.
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.
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.
“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.”
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.”
“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.
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.”
“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?”
“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.
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?”
“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.