Urban Explorers

The gate was closed, so Carl stopped the car right in front of it. He threw his jacket over his head and hastened through the pouring rain, his thrusty bolt cutter in hand. The road was so soaked that his feet sank deep into the mud, and the wind blew so much rain into his face that he was dripping wet after only a few steps.

He approached the gate and stopped, surprised: The chain that was supposed to secure the gate was there... but the lock he had expected was missing. All he had to do was pull, and the gate opened.

In the warm, cozy car, Aubrey laughed while she filmed him. He cursed and climbed back in.

"You are really helpful, as always", he grumbled.

"You are such a strong man, you are doing fine!", she giggled. Then she produced a yelp as he accelerated the car and she was pressed back into her seat. "Oh, you have a temper!"

"I just want us to start as soon as possible", he said. The mansion grew larger and larger as they approached, the east and west wing appearing from the nightly gloom like the wings of a raven. All windows were dark and only reflected the light of the moon, whenever it managed to pass through one of the rainclouds above them.

Carl stopped the car in the shadow of the east wing of Fenton Manor. From here, they could see the silvery grey surface of the lake just downhill, and the massive building right in front of them.

"It looks kind of pristine", Aubrey said, perplexed. "Huh. I expected broken windows, boarded up holes and all that."

"It's not that kind of place", Carl said, shaking his head. "I have studied the history of Fenton Manor for years. It's been preserved very well after the cops were done with it. Some foundation bought it and made sure it was well protected."

"Not bad", Aubrey smirked. "It's just... uh, well it's not what I thought it would be."

They put on their raincoats, took the recording equipment and left the car. Their flashlights tore narrow cones of light into the nightly gloom. They both activated their bodycams and microphones.

"Okay, we're recording." Carl checked the transmission. "Let's just record everything, and I'll cut it into something interesting onces we are done." He felt excited to finally be here.

"You look positively thrilled", Aubrey said, watching his face. She was not as boisterous as she had been before, but still cheerful enough. "The first time you told me about Fenton Manor was shortly after our first date. You've been fascinated by the place for years, haven't you?"

Carl shrugged and tried to keep a straight face. If only she knew. There was a lot of stuff that he could talk about to Aubrey, but even she was not supposed to know everything. No woman would really understand.

"Well, yeah", he admitted while he started to look for the side entrance. "It always sparked my imagination."

"Does the thought tun you on?"

Her question had been asked in a calm voice, only a little mocking, mostly earnestly interested. It made him twitch.

"Well, uh, what?" There the door was. He approached it and took the lock picks from his pocket.

"I know you are into bondage, and that's fine. You know, I'm kinky too. So I just ask myself... how moch does the thought turn you on that this guy had all these bound slaves in his house?"

"Just a little bit", Carl said half-earnestly, fumbling with the lock in the meantime. With a click it opened. "Oh, that was easier than I thought. Come on in!"

They entered the house and stood in a small corridor with many doors. They could smell dust and some mildew, the typical odours of a forgotten place. But the expensive carpet, the wood-paneled walls and the furniture mostly seemed in good order.

"Oh come on, this looks too tidy!", Aubrey complained, her questions about Carls kinky fantasies already forgotten. "No, no, no, this is all wrong! How the fuck are we going to get clicks if there's nothing scary of bizarre in this place?"

"It's fine", Carl said. He had expected this, and he knew what they had to do. "Let's look for the basement. Down there, we'll find everything we need."

Carl and Aubrey went from corridor to corridor and room to room, filming as much as they could. There was a room witth a large, dusty piano and a kitchen with long-forgotten equipment. A luxurious dining room, a small library, a few bedrooms for the upper-floor patients. It was creepy enough for a normal exploration and the art deco style was beautiful. But what they were looking for was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They needed something much more crazy, surreal and shocking.

"Fuck, this place is like an above-average boarding school", Aubrey cursed. Where's all the creepy medical equipment?"

"There must have been a lot of that here, but I guess the cops took most of that with them", Carl shrugged. "But look over there: Those stairs lead downwards. We found the basement!"

Aubrey looked a little doubtful, her eyes gleaming. "Well, hopefully the cops did not take everything away when they raided the place. Because if we just find an empty cellar down there, no one is going to watch our fucking documentation..."

They followed the stairs, at the same time tense and hopeful. The luxurious surroundings gave way for a more bleak environment: The walls were plastered, the floor tiled. The art deco disappeared and everything became more clinical and practical. Finally they stood in front of a heavy steel door.

"This must have been the old security door, but it's unlocked. This is the soundproof gate behind which the doctor his his unlucky victims", Carl explained. "Wow, we are in the actual place were women were held as prisoners for years!"

"Your dick must be rock hard", Aubrey giggled. She, too, was relieved. They could make something good out of this after all. She grabbed the heavy door and pulled it open. It took a lot of effeort.

Behind it, there was a dark, long corridor. A rack on their right was filled with straightjackets, belts and straps, white hoods.

"We just hit the jackpot!", Carl said, giving a sigh of relief. "Check out how fucking creepy this looks."

"Woah, yes, look at these!" Aubrey was positively thrilled and took one of the straightjackets into her hands. It felt weird, and she realized it was made from a  slick, white material. "Is this latex?"

"Sure, he loved to use rubber and latex", Carl said behind her. Then, suddenly, Aubrey felt something being pulled over her head. Carl was using one of the white hoods that had been on the rack too!

"Hey no, oh you fucker", she complained, laughing. They both put up a good show for their fans. "Seriously?"

"You deserve it", Carl proclaimed, in his evil, campy voice. "Just another faceless cunt for the basement."

"Yeah okay, fair enough, but just don't mess up my... oh it's too late, you messed up my hair!" Aubrey turned and looked into the steel mirror that was bolted to the wall right next to the door. She was surprised by how weird the hood made her look: Only her eyes and mouth were not covered by the padded latex, and there was even a high collar as part of the design that made it all even more rigid. Just as she noticed it, Carl locked the small buckle of the collar.

"The padding covers my ears... huh, that's annoying. This hood belonged to patient 15 it seems. Look, I have a 15 on my forehead."

"In that case, you are patient 15 now", Carl said and sternly grabbed Aubreys shoulder. "You definitely are a 15 on my scale."

She half grunted half laughed, and kicked his shin.

"Ouch!"

"It's your fault that I could to that. I'm a dangerous patient! Do you want to put me in a straightjacket? You can check me in as one of the new arrivals!"

Carl looked hesitant, just for a moment. But they both knew their followers would go nuts, so he nodded. "Absolutely, cunt number 15! Let's get you committed!"

He grabbed a straightjacket that seemed to be made for a small woman like Aubrey and checked the straps and buckles. Aubrey meanwhile took off her raincoat and shirt. But even then, Carl shook his head.

"Uh, no bra. Take it off."

"Are you fucking serious? I know you have seen my tits before, but our viewers definitely have not. And I intend to keep it that way."

"No, it's not because of that." Carl had studied the straightjacket and shrugged. "I read a lot about Dr. Fentons designs, and I recognize this thing. It's pretty sophisticated. There are some integrated electronics, small contacts, a minor AI. Also, an internal corset or something like that. It could get pretty tight, and if it does, the metal and plactic bits of your bra mightcause damage."

Aubrey stepped closer, curious and fascinated. "Are you serious? You mean that this is one of the good Dr. Fentons more, uh, advanced inventions? Why is this stuff even still here?"

"I have no idea, but they will love it if you wear it. Just wear it on your bare skin, okay?" Carl grinned and shrugged again.

"Very well", Aubrey sighed theatrically, turned her back to him. She took off her bra. "Come on, put it on me", she said, chuckling. "Let's give them a great show."