Nowhere Man

Chapter 6

So here I was: Trapped inside the technical wonders of Agatha Bernadotte's secret counry-hideout, a maze of aluminium, concrete and reinforced glass. I had no control, Agatha had all the power. Even my sweet slave Ivy had been taken away from me.

But this suite had a shower and a kingsized bed, so fuck everything else. I showered and shaved and then slept for a few hours. I knew that my plan would either work or not, and that I could only wait until dinner to find out which of the two it would be.

The intercom's chirping woke me up. Through the unbreakable windows, I could see the sky darkening. Right in front of the glass door that sealed my apartment, a figure was standing.

It had once been a woman, but now she was nothing more than a black, shiny creature. Even though she did not wear the original outfit anyxmore - the one I had designed for her five years ago - I still recognized her: Bianca Obutu was indeed still here, and her fate had remained more or less the same.

The tall woman had been forced into a shiny latex catsuit. The material had an inbuilt corset, and her wasp waist showed that she must have worn it as good as constantly in the past years. Her vuluptuous breasts were well-visible through the latex, protruding in an unnatural way through the pressure of the corset and the latex.

A high, strict collar was placed around her throat, and it caused her neck to appear especially thin and elongated. Her feet and calves were stuck in a pair of ballet boots, as shiny as the rest of her outfit. They made her appear even taller than she already was. For her feet, it had to be pure torture walking and standing tiptoed like that. But it definitely looked stunning.

Was she still sane, or had she given up a long time ago? Did she recognize me? Was she crying, pleading, cursing me or just staring ahead blankly? There was no way to tell, because Agatha did not allow Bianca to have a face. Her head was covered in dark latex, completely sealed away from the world except for two dark lenses where her eyes would have been. Were those small cameras, allowing Bianca to witness what happened outside her bondage prison? I guessed so, but I could also only guess how often she would be left blind and deaf inside. It was, after all, Agatha's choice as to how often the cameras would be activated.

The mask also had small seals where Bianca's ears would be, and at her mouth. It was a great solution for sensory deprivation of course: I was sure that she could be kept deaf or that a feed of different sounds (white noise, whale songs, Mozart, Billie Eilish?) could be used to torture her at any given time. Seal at her mouth was clearly hidiing a gag in place, and I did not doubt that it could also be opened and used to feed her a liquid diet without ever giving her a chance tu utter a single syllable.

Her arms were not visible anymore and for a moment I asked myself if they had been removed. But then, since I was skilled in extreme bondage concepts, I saw them still: They had been folded on her back into a nearly impossible reverse prayer position, with her elbows fused and her forearms and hands reaching up far between her shoulder blades, secured to the back of her neck. No wonder that at first I had not noticed them: Biancas torturers had hidden them away so tightly beneath the latex that they could not have been there at all. It would not have made any different for the poor female.

Bianca had always been a strong-willed, confident woman, and she had despised bdsm. Agatha had told me about that. She had recounted to me how Bianca had often teased her, but had never allowed Agatha to actually enjoy games of bondage or domination with her.

For a while, Agatha had indulged Bianca and had allowed her to believe that she had things under control. But in secret, Agatha had grown more and more lustful and spiteful.

While I watched, I heard a soft humming noise and saw the whole, black figure shiver. Only now I noticed the belt she was wearing, the flat device that was strapped to her crotch. I smiled, because it had been me who had advised Agatha to implement it: This held plugs inside Bianca and could also be used to apply vibrations or electric shocks. You wanted her to orgasm? You could force her to do that within a minute. You wanted her to suffer? That even took only a second, until the current hit her most vulnerable parts.

"Agatha told me you have met Shiny before." That was Pascal's voice coming from the intercom, obnoxious and slightly arrogant as ever. I hated that fucking guy. "She will lead you to the dining room, once you are dressed. Just chose from the closets in your room, use whatever you want." He added, with a spiteful tone in his bitchy voice: "I'm just afraid we are a little short on cheap flannel and discounter jeans."

That turned out to be true. But they had a few descent shirts and a nice wool suit by Barberis Canonico. I put that on and then approached the glass door.

"Agatha gave me complete control over the system", Pascal declared quite smugly. "I just need to press one button and you'll be released from your cell... I mean your suite." He chuckled. "Say 'please'."

I sighed and shook my head. "Boy, you have no complete control over the system. Only Agatha has that, just as she keeps your tiny balls in a small tin on her mantlepiece. And I am damn sure that she will take them out of the box and apply a painful amount of pressure to them, if I arrive to late at the dinner table."

Anger is energy. He did not say a word, but I could feel how enraged he was through several concrete and glass walls. A second later, the door's lock clicked and I could open it.

"Follow Shiny", he said with all the suppressed ire of a pimpled teenager.

Another shiver went through the latex-clad doll in front of me. I suspected that the suit was applying pressure, using a combination of electric shocks and audio commands, to signal the former Bianca, nowadays known as Shiny, what she was supposed to do. It was fascinating what you could drum into a human being with enough brainwash, torture and routine. And it was a beautiful sight: With only the barest audible moaning noise emenating from inside the hood, the female folded down, first into a kneeling position and then with her head against the ground. Then, with a kind of surreal grace that showed how well-trained and broken in she was by now, she began half crawling and half dragging herself forwards. She was used to this mode of movement. Her top speed would problebly be "leisurly stroll", which was of course perfect for a slave with no expected chance to ever escape her predicament.

The, house, I noticed again as Bianca led me through it, was indeed a labyrinth. A less prepared visitor would have had a hard time remembering the route, especially since I was quite sure that a few hours earlier, other doors and passages had opened for me. It was so typical of Agatha that she would do everything to confuse and mislead me.

A minute later my lead and I arrived in the dining room. Candles were burning and food was already prepared. It smelled delicious. Agatha wore a beautiful black dress and was in a great mood, her dark eyes sparkling. Pascal was wearing a pastel-coloured polo shirt that perfectly fitted his character. I decided that, if opportunity arose, I might strangle him with the damn thing.

And Ivy was there too. She was in trouble. And she was beautiful. But oh man, was she ever in a lot of trouble. Seeing what Agatha and Pascal had done to her immediately gave me a massive erection.