Captive

Captive

Alexis woke up. Her head hurt, and there was a funny taste in her mouth. She looked around to see where she was. She was in a room made of concrete. She was lying on the floor. And she was naked.

   Alexis sat up. The last thing that she could remember was being at that party. So what the hell was she doing naked in a concrete room? Had somebody put something in one of her drinks? That might explain her headache, and the odd taste in her mouth.

   She looked around the room. It was about ten feet by ten feet. There was a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was a closed metal door. That was it. The place was cool, and she had goose pimples. She needed clothes.

   Alexis stood up, still feeling a little woozy. The door clicked, and swung open, revealing a concrete passage beyond. That, too, was lit by a single bare light bulb. The light in the room went out.

   Alexis went into the passage. It was better than sitting in the dark. The passage went for around fifteen feet and ended in another steel door. There was a pair of zip-up, thigh-high leather boots in front of the metal door.

   Clang. Alexis looked behind her. The door to the cell where she had woken up had swung shut. Somebody had to be watching her. Alexis looked up and down the passage, but couldn’t see a camera. If there was one, then it was very well hidden.

   Alexis stood in front of the other door. It didn’t open. She looked down at the boots.

   “Oh, come on!” But perhaps it was better than wandering around in bare feet. She put on the leather boots and zipped them up. At the top of the boots there was a tiny padlock, and two small rings, where the zip ended.

   “What, I have to lock these on?” She put the hasp of the tiny padlock through each ring, and through the hole in the end of the zip, and closed it. When she had locked both boots onto her legs the door opened, revealing another concrete passage, but at right angles to the one in which she stood. She looked down at the boots. She couldn’t unzip them without the key, and they were too tight to get off without unzipping them. She was locked in them.

   She went into the next passage and walked to its end. There was a clang from behind her. At the end of the passage there were some zip up leather gloves, ones which when put on would reach almost to her armpits. They had tiny padlocks, too. She put them on, zipped them up, and locked the zips in place. The door opened.

   Another concrete passage, ending in another metal door. There was a corset at the end of the passage, and a note. The note had been written in calligraphic handwriting.

   The corset is self-tightening. Put on the corset, then depress the red button on the front.

   “And I suppose that you’re not going to open the door until I do so.” Alexis said to the empty air. There was no reply. “Okay, I’ll play. But you’re going to prison, buster, once I’m out of here.”

   She put the corset on. She pressed the red button on the front. It depressed into the suit and turned black. Then the laces at the back of the corset tightened, far more than Alexis had expected. She could hardly breathe. But she now had an hourglass figure. She couldn’t help feeling sexy.

   “Perv.” she said.

   The door in front of her opened. Another fucking concrete passage. She went in. Clang. At the end there was a strap-on, ten inches long, black and shiny. As with the gloves and boots it had a padlock.

   “Rally?” Alexis asked. But it was clear that the door wasn’t going to open until she padlocked it around her waist. There was a strap going through her crotch, as well, to make sure that it would be in the correct position. Alexis padlocked the strap-on on around her waist. The door opened.

   The next passage ended, surprise surprise, in a metal door. There was a fierce-looking leather hood, with eyeholes, nose holes, and a zip for a mouth. It locked on around the neck. With no alternative Alexis locked the hood on.

   The passage opened to another concrete one. It ended in another metal door. There was no clothing. Instead there was an electronic plaque next to the door. At the moment it flashed WAIT. Alexis waited. After a few minutes the electronic sign changed from WAIT to ENTER, and the door opened.

   Alexis went through the door. She entered a large concrete room. It, too, was lit by a single bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There were two other metal doors, bother closed. What got Alexis’s attention, though, was a young woman chained down onto a table, spread-eagled. The chains were all padlocked, so that it would be impossible to free the young woman without the correct keys. The young woman had a corset on, and a full leather hood which masked her features, so that it was impossible to tell who she was. The woman had a gag in her mouth. Both the hood and the gag were padlocked onto the young woman. Alexis couldn’t get any information from her.

   There was another large electronic sign set into a concrete wall. It read:

   To proceed you must rape the arse of this slut for twenty minutes. The door will not open until you do so.

   The sign then changed to read 20:00.

   Alexis paused. She wasn’t into this. She stood there and considered the possibilities. But, as far as she could see, there were only two: do as instructed, or wait forever in this room. It was no choice at all.

   “I’m sorry about this.” Alexis said. “Believe me, if I had any choice in the matter I wouldn’t do this.”

   Alexis climbed up onto the table, and eased the dildo into the girl’s anus. The clock began to count down. Alexis paused, wondering if she could just wait out the twenty minutes like that. But the clock stopped counting down again. She really was going to have to rape this young woman’s asshole.

   Alexis began a rhythm of thrusting the strap-on into the young woman, who seemed to have no trouble taking the artificial cock inside her. She began to feel mental pleasure at dominating this young woman, who was, by now, groaning into her gag. Alexis had a feeling of domination, such as she had not felt before. But Alexis still tried to ignore those emotions, still, though, when the counter clicked down to 00:00 and one of the metal doors opened Alexis found it hard to tear herself away and get off the girl.

Alexis went through the metal door. It clanged shut behind her. She was in an L-shaped concrete passage. Like all of the others it ended in another sturdy metal door. There was another electronic sign. It said WAIT.

   Alexis had to wait a lot longer this time. She thought that she had been forgotten. But, eventually, the sign changed to ENTER and the door opened.

   Alexis went into another large concrete room. It was almost identical to the one in which she had raped the young woman’s asshole. A single light bulb, two other metal doors, and a young woman chained to a metal table, gag and hood padlocked onto her.

   “This is getting stale.” Alexis said. She looked to the electronic sign on the wall. It read:

   To be free you must give this slut’s buttocks thirty of the best. If there strikes are not hard enough they will not count, and the strokes must be repeated.

   Alexis noticed that there was a riding crop on the table next to the girl. Alexis didn’t want to beat her. But there was that promise of freedom…

   Alexis picked up the leather riding crop and swung it through the air. It looked like it was going to hurt the young woman. But it wasn’t going to kill her. Alexis considered refusing. But if she could get her freedom, then she could get the police, and bring them down on whatever madman was running this place.

   “I’m sorry, but I have to whip your ass.” Alexis said. “It’s the only way that we’re getting out of this place.”

   Alexis began slashing down on the girl’s naked buttocks. She put on a good show, presuming that she was being watched on camera, and that merely tickling the flesh would not count. Alexis also presumed that the pervert watching all this would count the number of strokes.

   The fact was that, after the first half dozen strokes, each one accompanied by a moan of pain, Alexis began to really get into the pain which she was dishing out. She was discovering a sadistic side of herself about which she had not known and would never have admitted existed.

   On the screen, after each stroke, a number increased, starting at 1 and going upwards. Occasionally, as Alexis had started out in the whipping, the number didn’t increase. Indeed the person behind the situation had believed the stroke not to be painful enough. After that happened a couple of times Alexis did not hold back at all, but used her entire strength, no longer really caring about the tied up girl.

   28… 29… 30. The counter had reached the end. Alexis had to use her willpower to stop using the riding crop on the victim. That was hard. She had wanted to carry on whipping the girl, despite the fact that Alexis had turned the proffered buttocks a very touching shade of puce.

   The sign on the wall said You may leave. Your clothes are in a locker just before the door to the outside. Alexis, looking through the door, could see a short passage leading to another door. She could now hear the very faint sound of traffic in the distance. There was a series of clicks on the items which Alexis had been forced to put on herself. At least she wouldn’t have to leave dressed like a dominatrix.

   “But maybe you don’t want to leave.” said a voice from the bondage table. Alexis spun around to see that the victim was now released. She had some sort of electronic control hidden in the palm of one hand. The woman took off her hood. It was Samantha, a casual acquaintance of Alexis, who had been at the party, the last thing which Alexis remembered before waking up in this place. “There’s video in the hood, in front of the eyes.”

   “You… you did all this?” Alexis asked. Her face was white.

   “Of course. A little roofie to knock you out, and a lot of my inheritance setting up this place. But ever since I met you, Alexis, I knew that you were a natural dominant. You just needed some event to make you realise your natural inclinations. So what do you say? Will you have me as your slave?”

   Alexis’s right hook could have graced a boxing match at Madison Square Gardens. Samantha went down, out for the count. Alexis dressed in her street clothes, and got out of there.

   “Silly bitch.” Alexis muttered, as she left the dungeon behind her.

   Sometimes things don’t work out in real life as they do in your fantasies…