Urban Explorers

Carl approached Aubrey from behind, essentially just filming her nude back while he prepared the straightjacket. It would not be that big a deal, since there was no real nudity. Still, their viewers would most likely go nuts about it. Especially since she also took the jeans off, presenting her cute little ass in simple white panties. He could already feel the avalanche of clicks it would bring them.

He, of course, knew that his manic pixie nightmare ex-lover had quite a nicely shaped pair of tits, and he shivered as he pulled the heavy jacket over her from behind. The whole situation was just too exciting for him.

"Oh no, no, help, I'm being ravaged", Aubrey declared in a dreamy voice, then chuckled. "Okay, so my arms go into the sleeves and then... oh, woah okay, take it slow cowboy!"

Carl had given her time to push her arms into the sleeves, then had grabbed them by the straps and wrapped them around her slim body. She struggled half-heartedly, then watched as he started tightening the straps. The whole setup was great, the material smooth, engulfing her perfectly. In fact, those shapely tits he had thought about a minute ago where quite well visible beneath the white latex. Aubrey realized it too, because as she looked down at herself, she could see her nipples.

"Dear viewers, I did not expect this to... uh Carl can you...aargh hey!"

He had pulled the crotch strap between her thighs and now buckled it. "You're going to be fine, don't complain."

"Why not, fuck? I mean, you just pulled a strap across my pussy!" Aubrey sounded surreally amused, but at the same time quite a bit pissed.

"Well, if you complain too much I'll have to gag you, and we both don't want that. Or, huh... I guess I actually do want that." He took a panel gag from the rack, white as the hood and jacket, made from the same material. It had a broad, rubbery mouthpiece, and he could feel his erection grow as he imagined to use it on his partner. But Aubrey shook her head, and in her dark eyes he could see that this time she meant it. She did not want to wear that thing.

And she was right, Carl decided. Sure, it was tempting to try Dr. Fentons complete creations out on her, but they were here for their video, for their viewers and fanbase, for immortality. Leading a gagged Aubrey around would not be as entertaining, because they could not have any entertaining banter. He really wanted to use the stricter stuff on her, but it would just not be feasible.

"Okay come on, let's get going. This corridor leads down deeper into the basement. I want to find all the good stuff."

Their bodycams would film everything, in HD and with vision enhancing technology. This would make it even easier to cut the raw material into a gripping documentary once it was all secure on their server. He clipped the bodycam that had been attached to Aubreys jacket to the shoulder of her straightjacket. Then he playfully grabbed her astarted leading her further down the corridor.

It was funny, how much smaller she seemed now. Her chaotic hair had disappeared beneath the smooth hood, her face was mostly expressionless due to the white latex that covered most of it. The fact that her arms were tied so strictly around her body made her look even more wiry and compact. Carls cock was much too hard and he knew it, but he felt too feverish to think about what was happening here.

More doors where to their left and right. They shone light into them, filming what they could.

"This must be where the good Dr. Fenton kept his captives!" Aubrey still sounded like a good sport, but a more serious tone was slowly sneaking into her speech. Carl felt it too: Seeing those white, blank cells with one plain mattress in each of them drove the fact home, that this was real. Women had been held here, had been trained and broken in this place.

He grimaced as he realized how horny all of this made him. "Come on, patient. Let's keep going, or we will still be sightseeing when the sun comes up." He pulled her with him, despite her half hearted protests.

"I don't get it", Aubrey said as they went around the next corner. "We hoped that we would find a way into the basement... but we did not expect all this stuff to still be here, right? I mean, the police raided the place a decade ago, and as far as I know they searched it really thoroughly. So how is it possible that..."

She suddenly froze, then stumbled as if something had surprised her.

"Woah wait, something is happening with the straightjacket...!"

She was right: Carl could see that two small, white LEDs at the jackets shoulders had come to live. Then the jacket hissed and tightened further, just by itself. Aubrey eyes widened and she jerked and struggled while it happened.

"Oh, ouch, no, huh, stop that!"

It was funny to watch her, and Carl could not help himself, he started laughing, especially as the crotchstrap slowly got deeper and deeper between her cuntlips.

"Look at that litte dance you're doing. So cute!"

"Fuck you, it's crushing me!" But she was fine, he could see it. Quite strictly corseted and restrained, but fine.

"As long as you can make that much noise, you are definitely not getting crushed", he laughed. "Listen, don't panic. That's Dr. Fentons security system. Must still be active after all these years. We crossed an invisible checkpoint and it linked up to the jacket via bluetooth."

"You are kidding me..." Aubrey tried to move her arms, but could not. The jacket was wonderfully snug, the restraints inescapable. The crotch strap kind of shocked her, but she did not mention it because she definitely did not want this detail to appear in their docu. "This place still has juice??"

"Seems so." Carl was thrilled and made sure that every little detail was recorded. Aubrey shot an annoyed glance at him.

"The damn thing just adjusted itself on me, controlled by an AI?"

"That is how it worked for Dr. Fentons sweet little slaves!", Carl said with a shrug. He filmed himself, staring into the camera like the madman from every campfire-story. "Remember, the Dr. was insane!"

There was a set of thick glass doors in front of them, blocking the corridor. They hissed open as they approached them. The air was warm but smelled clean. But warm... yes, Carl found it really too hot down here. There was sweat on his forehead, and it was no joke that he felt a bit manic, feverish, as he had thought before. Aubrey seemed to feel similar, at least if her widened pupils were any indication.

They had arrived in the inner sanctum. There were several rooms with computers and machines, shelves filled with bizarre items, stretchers and devices. In front of them, there was a large gynaecological chair, bolted firmly to the ground, with straps and ties that would be used to restrain patients.

"This is so fucking creepy", Aubrey said, awestruck. She did an armless dance around the chair, giggling. "Is this where he did it? Why is this still here? I mean that... that's crazy!"

Carl was glad that she was so excited, because he sure as hell was too. He grabbed Aubrey, lifted her small body and threw her onto the chair.

"Well, I have no idea why they would leave it here. I read that they found his secret basement beneath the west wing and catalogued everything. It's weird, but it's also absolutely perfect!"

She laughed as she landed with her ass on the padded leather, and she kicked and fought playfully as he wrapped belts around her body to secure her. Straps went around her belly and torso, shoulders and thighs. He was so aroused that the bulge in his pants was massive, and as Aubrey noticed it, a bit of the amusement disappeared from her face.

"Are you kidding me? Hey, looks like you are enjoying this just a bit too much!"

"Oh, sorry." He looked down at himself, slightly embarassed. "I'll make sure that this isn't visible in our clips."

"You say that a little too often today", Aubrey remarked. There was snark in her voice and a worried look in her eyes. Then, suddenly, she seemed to realize something. "Wait, the west wing? But we parked in front of the eugh.. uugh.....hrruuuhhhhggghh!"

The panel gag with the rubber mouthpiece had been in his pocket all the time, and now he had stuffed it into her mouth without even thinking about it. Maybe it was wrong. Aubrey looked like she did not appreciate it, with her wide eyes staring at him through the hood, her bulging cheeks and flaring nostrils.

But it just felt so right.

He made sure that, despite all her struggles, she could not push it out again, and he strapped it tightly to the hood.

The white, glossy figure on the chair was struggling, grunting and fighting, but there was just no hope for her. Escape was impossible. He looked around to all the machinery, computers and devices and felt like a kid in a toystore.

"We will just pretend that I use this stuff on you", he told Aubrey, while she still struggled to tell him something. She seemed to think that it was important, but he was sure it could wait a little longer. "Don't worry, it's going to be fun."

Aubreys eyes wide and panicked, and he realized too late that she was not looking at him, but at something that was behind him. Then there was a sudden sensation of being grabbed and pushed, and a moment later he was gone.