Saturday, September 23, 2023

13: The Bondage Hotel II

Read with caution! This Chapter is the darkest story I ever wrote! The parts without Beatrice and Cass are ok.


Beatrice cowered in the dark with her eyes half open. She was exhausted, tired and just wanted to go home again. But she could not sleep, could not go home. This was simply not granted to her. Bars that kept her in a far too small cage and the uncomfortable metal floor made it impossible for her to rest. Beatrice pulled her legs closer to her naked body and embraced them with her arms. A lone tear rolled down from the corner of her eye and dripped silently onto the floor as Beatrice closed her eyes to make another attempt to fall asleep. Her thoughts drifted away, to a more beautiful time before that nightmarish day three weeks ago when she was still free. A smile slowly spread across her face as she relaxed.

Finally, Beatrice thought and her breathing became soft and calm until a sharp cry startled her and she was wide awake in her cage again. Beatrice was about to open her mouth to complain to her friend Cass, but bit her tongue at the last moment and instead peered into the darkness at her best friend. Cass was also trapped in a cage, however, unlike Beatrice, she was not allowed to lie down. After she had talked back again the day before, her owners decided to punish Cass. Beatrice had not dared to look closely when Cass was put in the cage out of fear of sharing her fate, but she had seen from the corner of her eye that there was no smooth floor in her cage, but small spikes that pressed uncomfortably against Cass' legs. In addition, she had been forced to kneel on it and her arms had been painfully pulled back with ropes. Their owners called it a strappado. Beatrice called it torture and looked sadly at Cass, who hung her head and moaned softly. The pain created in her arms and knees had to be unimaginable and Beatrice admired Cass for not screaming non-stop.

"Cass?" asked Beatrice softly. Her voice was barely a whisper and Cass didn't answer.

"Cass?" Beatrice asked again, a little louder and heard a barely audible, "Yes?" from her best friend in response.

"I admire your strength, Cass… but we can't win. Please I… I can't take it anymore." whispered Beatrice, ashamed of her weakness in an instant. Her words echoed in the cold concrete room, drilling into Beatrice's ears like screws. Silence, then, "I know Bea…I'm sorry." breathed Cass and Beatrice could hear a soft whimper and a rustle as Cass sat down differently, trying in vain to escape the spikes. Beatrice turned away from her friend and hugged herself. This was not how she had imagined her vacation in Leon City.

 

"Camping trip, bitches!" shouted Chloe at the top of her lungs, drumming on the passenger door of Caitlyn's car at full speed, from the outside. Caitlyn grinned.

"If you make dents in my car, you're walking the rest of the way!" she warned her friend, glancing in the rearview mirror where she saw her embarrassed brother Luke and Kim, Chloe's sister, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the seat.

"Your car has dents as it is! Camping! WOOOOH, HEY!" shrieked Chloe as Caitlyn gave the passenger window button a quick tap to give Chloe a scare.

"How cheeky! Let me have my fun, Caitlyn. Kim and I have never been camping! You're looking forward to camping too, aren't you sis?" asked Chloe, glancing back at the back seat.

"Yaaa…" said Kim, unconvinced, but she felt for Luke's hand and squeezed it gently.

"Hooo? I see, I see," Chloe said with a smile, winking at Luke and her sister, "When are we going to be there?"

"You're serious? We just left! We've only been off the bridge for half an hour!" said Caitlyn laughing.

"Couldn't we have just camped in the freaking woods?"

"So you can take a side trip to C&T while the rest of us fear for our lives? No, thanks." said Caitlyn.

"What was it like? You guys were surprisingly quiet about the company visit?" asked Luke, raising an eyebrow.

"Well uh it was very entertaining. We learned a lot and even got presents." Caitlyn dodged the question.

"Oho really? What did you guys get?"

"Um this and that," Caitlyn said quickly, thinking of hers and Chloe's latex catsuits tucked away in a suitcase.

"Heh I see," Luke said, grinning over at Kim, who was also starting to grin.

"Hey, it's not …" Caitlyn interrupted herself as a jolt went through their car and they suddenly lost speed.

"What was that?" asked Kim nervously.

"Oh nothing bad, your sister just wrecked my car with her knocking," Caitlyn joked but looked visibly nervous and pulled off the road to the right as cars behind her started honking.

"I can check it out," Luke said, sliding out of his seat and stepping out of the car, closely followed by Kim.

"Typical," Caitlyn muttered, leaning back in her seat as her brother opened the hood. Chloe looked out the window, pouting.

" I'm sorry," she muttered.

"Mmm? For what?"

"For breaking your junk car," Chloe suddenly laughed, opening the passenger door to stretch her legs a bit.

"You're so stupid!" shouted Caitlyn after her, glancing in the side mirror and getting out when she was sure no car could run her over.

"So what do we have?" she asked, putting a hand on Luke's shoulder.

"A junk car. Thought Leon City paid its cops better." said Luke mockingly.

"What are you all shooing against my car today? We could have happily taken Chloe's pickup to really get the wind in your face, or Summer’s special van. And besides, I'm just starting next week as a rookie at LCPD, so with money, it's still looking a little tight."

"Can you fix it?" asked Kim, peering past Luke's shoulder into the engine compartment.

"Not without tools… maybe we can find some help at the next roadhouse?" he mused aloud, looking down the highway, hoping to spot something in the distance. At that moment, a tow truck passed them by, its driver looking down at them with interest. He pulled off the road some distance away and backed up until he was almost directly in front of them.

"Can I help you?" a tall, brown-haired man asked calmly. He looked kindly down at the three ladies and Luke, who were obviously relieved to see him.

"Yeah, my car just died. Can you take us to the nearest mechanic?" asked Caitlyn, making a pleading gesture with her hands.

"Sure, but I might fix it for you guys too," he said, glancing around the engine compartment, "Oh, that might take until morning though."

You could see Chloe's facial features derail.

"But the camping …" she pouted like a little kid.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your car and you'll be on your way again in no time. Do you know where you can stay that long?" the man asked. The four young adults gave each other questioning looks.

"I see, haha. A friend of mine has a hotel near here, I'll drive you to him and I'll fix you up with some rooms. I'm sure he'll give you a great discount."

"You'd do that for us?" asked Caitlyn in surprise, and the man shrugged.

"Having good karma is never bad, is it? Go ahead, hop in," he said, pointing to his truck, "I'll just chain up your car."

Gratefully, Caitlyn climbed into the passenger seat while Chloe, Luke and Kim squeezed into the back seat.

"What a really lucky coincidence, right?" asked Chloe, smiling encouragingly at her sister and Luke. They both nodded in satisfaction and held hands again.

The nice man took them along a country road to an old-fashioned looking hotel, which was, however, well kept in a small wooded area. He explained the situation to the porter and in half minutes the handsome muscular man had handed them two affordable rooms.

"I'm telling you, Caitlyn, if it wasn't for the ring, I'd throw myself around the porter's neck," Chloe said, biting her lower lip as they turned a corner and she took one last look at the man.

"Sure, Chloe, dream on," Caitlyn said, nudging her friend down the hallway as Kim and Luke giggled.

"So you two, this should be your room," Caitlyn said handing Luke the room key 107, "We're in room 118, if you need anything we'll either be there or at the pool."

"Got it," Luke said and grabbed the key, but reached into empty space when Caitlyn withdrew her hand.

"Behave, I don't feel like being an aunt in nine months," Caitlyn whispered with a raised eyebrow.

"Cait!" hissed Luke, grabbing the key as Kim giggled.

"Don't worry, Caitlyn we'll take care of it," she said, placatingly placing a hand on Luke's shoulder as he unlocked the door with a flushed head and disappeared into the room.

"See you later," Caitlyn said, winking amusedly at Kim.

 

"'Rise and shine, darlings!" said the sugary voice of Micah, rousing Beatrice from a fitful sleep, while Cass gazed dumbly at the floor. Only minutes away from being released from her agony, she seemed to gather her strength so as not to show any weakness. Beatrice slowly straightened up and stared out of dull eyes at the latex nurse dressed in bright colors.

"Go… good morning mistress." stammered Beatrice, holding her hands through a small hole in the bars so her mistress could cuff her. A morning ritual after Cass had transported them both to the concrete chamber. But the metallic shackles remained off.

"Such a good slave girl. But I don't think that will be necessary today, and after your training today, you deserve a special reward, provided your girlfriend can behave." Micah said, casting a disdainful glance at the other cage, where the now trembling Cass was kneeling.

"She… she will behave, mistress!" assured Beatrice immediately, hoping for mercy for herself and her friend.

"We shall see. I have prepared your equipment for today. I want you to free Cass and dress her before you dress yourself, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Beatrice said, resting her forehead on the floor until Micah had placed two boxes in the chamber and opened Beatrice's cage.

"I'll be back in an hour. If you're not done by then, you won't get breakfast!" her mistress threatened, closing the steel door with a thud. Beatrice swallowed nervously and a whimper was heard from Cass.

"I'm coming Cass," Beatrice said immediately, loosening the ropes that held her friend's arms painfully upward.

"Thank you," Cass said exhaustedly, threatening to fall over if Beatrice hadn't held and supported her. She helped her friend climb out of the cage and laid her on the floor. The relief of finally being freed, even if only for a short time, was written all over Cass' face. She looked up weakly at Beatrice, who, having opened the first box, lifted a pair of boots.

"Do you have to do that now?" she asked weakly, barely able to keep her eyes open.

" You heard our mistress, I… please Cass I don't want to have to force you," Beatrice said, kneeling at Cass's feet.

"Go ahead then."

Beatrice didn't need to be told twice and opened one of the oddly shaped boots and slid it up Cass's leg, to just below her knee. It almost forced her to walk on her tiptoes and had no heel. Beatrice laced it up tightly and hid the laces behind a flap, which she sealed with a small padlock. She did the same with Cass other foot and pulled the next garment out of the box, a corset. Cass groaned when she saw it, but she straightened her body, swayingly, so Beatrice could put the garment on her. It would give her a slim waist, but leave her breasts exposed. No doubt with a sinister ulterior motive. Cass had already had to discover that. Nothing their tormentors did to them was thoughtless. As Beatrice began to lace up the corset, Cass cleared her throat.

"Bea… I'm honestly… sorry."

"Hush Cass, save your strength. I know you're sorry, but you don't have to apologize. I overreacted, I was just so tired and… I just can't take it anymore …" Beatrice fell silent and sighed loudly as she tightened a knot and retrieved the last piece of clothing from the box. Two gloves that resembled horse hooves, rendered Cass's hands useless and would reach to her elbows. Beatrice put Cass's hand inside and a smacking sound was made as her hand was enclosed in an airtight seal.

"I'll get us out of here somehow, Bea."

Beatrice stopped and looked at her friend seriously.

"Please don't Cass, I wish I could just survive this …" she said in a shaky voice, putting Cass's other hand in her glove.

Micah opened the heavy door of the cell and smiled with pleasure when she saw Beatrice and Cass sitting arm in arm against the cell wall. They were sleeping peacefully and had both donned the pony-boots and gloves as ordered. The corsets accentuated their breasts superbly and Micah licked her lips at the sight. She had decided to give them both a little more time to rest so they could recover from the night. She placed a tray with two bowls on the floor. The pureed mixture that sloshed back and forth between them did not look delicious, but would give the two strength for the day and training.

"Get some more rest, my dears, I have new guests to keep busy, after all," she whispered, smiling in amusement as Beatrice and Cass subconsciously sensed her voice in their sleep and hugged each other tighter.

 

"I don't care what you do, but I'm going to the pool!" declared Chloe, after depositing her suitcase on the bed and searching its depths for her swimsuit.

"I knew that from the start, should I tell the porter to join you?" asked Caitlyn with a raised eyebrow.

"Haha," Chloe said sarcastically, beaming as she held up the silver sleeveless leotard from C&T, "There you are, sweetheart!"

Chloe disappeared into the bathroom to change, giggling, while Caitlyn dropped onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"C&T mmh?" she whispered, thinking about the day she spent together with her friends at the mysterious company in the middle of the haunted forest. It had been a wonderful event and a great experience, but Caitlyn felt like something had been missing. She furrowed her brow. She couldn't put her finger on what was wrong, but she knew that whatever it was, it had been very close to her for a very short time.

"So what do you say?" asked Chloe, interrupting Caitlyn's thoughts. She stood with her arms and legs spread out in front of her, looking at her friend in anticipation. The silver swimsuit fit her perfectly like a second skin. Caitlyn could even make out Chloe's belly button underneath.

"Don't you think they'll throw us out if you jump in the pool wearing that?"

"Naaa, I think not until I put on the latex catsuit. Well then, you'll find me in the pool." said Chloe, grabbing a pink towel and disappearing out the door.

"Have fun!" called Caitlyn after her, interlacing her hands behind her head. She looked at the old wooden walls and straightened up. She didn't feel like lounging around and wanted to explore the hotel a bit. Maybe there was more to discover than just a pool. Caitlyn got up from the bed and headed for the door when she stumbled and thought she heard someone. She turned toward the wall where she thought she had just heard a voice and walked toward it. She wouldn't have been so surprised if that wall separated her from the next room, but there shouldn't be anything behind that wall.

"Hello?" she asked aloud, but got no answer. She walked up to the wall and knocked. A hollow sound emerged and Caitlyn curiously put an ear to it. There it was again, she could hear people behind the wall and a sharp scream. Sweat broke out on Caitlyn's forehead and she immediately pulled out her cell phone as she got a miserable feeling, but it had no signal.

"Shit," she cursed and headed toward the door. She reached for the handle and pushed it down, but, instead of the door opening, Caitlyn heard clicking and gears meshing. In the next instant, she felt the floor beneath her give way as a trap door opened underneath her. She was so surprised she didn't even have time to scream as she fell painfully onto an incline and slid down it. Caitlyn tried to hold on to the slick metal, but she had already picked up speed and couldn't find her footing. She slid down a short distance, over a small ramp, and was thrown from it into the air. With arms paddling, gravity took possession of her again and she landed, her back first on something soft.

"At least this landing was smoother," she groaned, trying to straighten up, but failing. Horrified, she realized that her clothes were stuck to the soft ground. A yellowish substance spreading five steps, in every direction below her, held her in place.

"You've got to be kidding," Caitlyn muttered, bracing herself against the glue with all her might. Sticky strings pulled at her body and Caitlyn clenched her hands into fists with exertion. Some of them cracked under the strain and she began to smile despite the predicament.

"I survived the Academy, then why don't I put this overgrown flytrap in my pocket!" she said, and at that moment Caitlyn's shirt ripped open. The momentum she got from the sudden freedom hit her unexpectedly and she landed, breasts first in the substance. She just managed to turn her face to the side and was stuck with her cheek. Caitlyn's front torso was now stuck in the substance, while her lower body lay uncomfortably on its side. Her limbs were sticking out from her and covered in strings that would not make her next escape attempt any easier. Her shirt lay torn where she had just been lying and her bra had slipped so that her breasts were exposed. Annoyed, she groaned.

"Shit."

 

"Luke, are you coming? It's so lonely without you!" Kim called out from the bathroom, giggling over the noise of the shower.

"Be right there!" shouted Luke back, tripping over his own pants as he dropped them at his feet. He opened the door to the bathroom and a misty cloud of warm water vapor hit him, briefly robbing him of his vision. He could make out the shadowy figure of his girlfriend dancing behind a large glass wall as water rushed down on her from the ceiling like a waterfall.

"My noble knight, will you join me in the shower?" asked Kim with amusement when she saw that he had entered the bathroom.

"I am at your service, my fair maiden," Luke replied, opening the glass door to join Kim. They fell into each other's arms and shared a long and sensual kiss as the water trickled onto their heads. Kim broke the kiss after a while, but held on to Luke and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Do you think we can drop camping and stay here?"

"I'm not sure your sister would like that," Luke laughed, "She was so looking forward to it."

"She's looking forward to the pool here too, isn't she?" she said, squeezing Luke a little tighter.

"I guess it doesn't matter where we go on vacation, as long as we stay together," Luke whispered, cradling Kim in his embrace.

"That sounded so corny!" laughed Kim, squealing in shock when he started tickling her.

"Hey stop, that's unfair hahaha! Stop now Luke!" laughed Kim a little louder and tried to get out of his arms. In the process, she accidentally scratched him with her fingernail and Luke surprisingly released the hug, causing Kim to stumble back. Shocked, the two looked into each other's eyes. Kim braced herself for the pain that would undoubtedly come as soon as she collided with the wall, but it failed to materialize. Instead, she bounced off the wall as if it were made of rubber and landed back in Luke's arms.

"What… what was that?" asked Luke, confused, as Kim, more carefully this time, disengaged herself from his arms and examined the wall. She pushed at it and flinched back.

"It can't be," she muttered, moving her nose very close to the wall and sniffing.

"The wall is made of latex. Where did that come from?" she muttered in disgust and backed up. Kim felt her legs give way under her as once again the events of Judy's store flashed through her mind, but Luke caught her before she fell.

"I… I have to get out of here," she whispered; Luke gave her a sympathetic nod and pushed against the glass door, but nothing happened.

"What the… can you stand honey? I think the door is stuck." said Luke, pushing against the glass with all his might. But the door didn't budge, as if it were made of concrete.

"It's going to be okay, Kim, come here," he said calmly, hugging Kim against him. She was breathing uneasily and Luke could feel her pulse racing. But when she inhaled his scent, her panic gave way and Kim pressed her face against his chest. He stroked her hair and looked up. Luke's face froze as he saw that the wall Kim had fallen against was slowly expanding, robbing them of shower space. A glance over his shoulder confirmed his fear and the same thing happened to the wall behind them.

"Kim? I want you to close your eyes and no matter what happens, please remember that as long as I'm with you, nothing will happen to you."

"What, why?" asked Kim nervously, trying to look past him, but he held her tightly, not allowing her to see how the walls were getting closer.

"Please Kim."

She nodded and closed her eyes. She could hear Luke's heartbeat. It was strong and regular. Kim felt something pressing against her bottom from behind, but she didn't dare look up. The pressure spread all over her back, pressing her against Luke.

"That's the latex, isn't it?" she asked, feeling Luke nod.

"I'm staying with you!" Luke assured her briefly before Kim finally opened her eyes and saw that two latex bubbles had closed around them and were beginning to fill the shower stall, with them in the middle. The sweet smell rose to Kim's nose and immediately she buried her face back into Luke's chest. The bubbles took possession of their bodies and pressed them tightly together. Their breathing became heavier, but Kim smelled nothing but her boyfriend hugging her protectively.

 

"Mmh it’s not Ava's pool, but it will do," Chloe said with amusement, placing her towel on a lounger. As she entered the small pool, she was briefly surprised to see no other visitors.

Maybe the other guests always come later. Chloe thought and let herself slide into the water. It was pleasantly warm and Chloe closed her eyes in relaxation.

"Oooh, camping or not, this is heaven," Chloe murmured and let herself drift into its midst. The water was so deep that her toes just touched the bottom

"You're welcome to stay here longer if you like," a male voice said, startling Chloe out of her thoughts. She choked on the water and coughed loudly as the porter stood at the edge of the pool, watching her with a smile.

"Forgive me if I startled you."

Chloe shook her head and coughed up the last of the water.

"It's all good… not the first time I've almost drowned." she laughed, but blinked in confusion as she questioned her own words, she was a good swimmer, she had never even come close to drowning.

"Good to know, I was just wondering if everything was alright with you?" he asked with a smile and Chloe returned the smile before blushing and looking to the side sheepishly.

"Did you know the pool has a massage and current setting?" he asked suddenly, snapping Chloe out of her reverie.

"Oh, I haven't seen that yet! Can you show me the settings?" She swam over to him and held onto the pool edge while the handsome porter showed her the buttons. In an instant, there was a gentle current in the pool that would send everything inside it drifting clockwise.

"Thank you very much… my name is Chloe by the way, wouldn't you like to come in too, the water is lovely!" said Chloe, forgetting the ring on his finger.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Chloe. My name is Lance but, um unfortunately I have to decline your offer, I have some work to do. Another time, perhaps." he said still with his friendly smile and rose with a bow. Chloe clicked her tongue in disappointment as he left the room and drifted back onto her back. The current pushed her clockwise along the edge of the pool and caught her before she hurt herself. Chloe closed her eyes and imagined her and the porter swimming their laps in the pool together.

"Mmmmh, maybe some other time," she muttered, when suddenly something felt her leg. She opened her eyes and was startled to find that something was mixing with the water of the pool. It was turning the water beige and making it thick. Chloe didn't want to find out what would happen should she stay in the pool and quickly grabbed the edge. She just managed to pull her foot out of the pool before the strange liquid had fully spread.

"Fuck, what the fuck!" gasped Chloe, studying the liquid up close. The pool was bubbling slightly from the current, but it now looked exactly like that artificial quicksand Chloe occasionally saw in superheroine bondage videos. She thought she remembered it being called Oobleck or something like that.

"I should probably report this to the pretty porter," she mused aloud, and turned around. Startled, she stumbled back a step to the edge of the pool as a latex-clad nurse stood far too close to her.

"Get your hands off my husband!" said Micah, shoving Chloe into the pool. Chloe stumbled further back and briefly walked across the quicksand, which felt strangely soft and wouldn't allow her to sink until she stopped in one spot for a moment too long and the oobleck gave way beneath her.

"Hey, what the fuck?" cried Chloe, struggling to pull her feet back out. Chloe momentarily managed to find her footing on the slippery surface and broke free. She angrily approached the latex woman to teach her a lesson, but she had other plans.

"I told you to keep your hands off my man, bimbo!" repeated Micah, shoving Chloe back again. The slippery floor gave Chloe a huge disadvantage and she skidded backwards, losing her balance. She tipped over backwards and braced herself with one hand while her right leg sank deep into the oobleck and her left began to follow his lead. Quickly Chloe wanted to lean forward to free herself again, but at the same moment the hand she had just used to support herself sank into the pool.

"Aww, come on!" Chloe pleaded and pulled but immediately realized that the position she was in gave her no support and even more her efforts to free her hand made her legs push deeper into the oobleck.

"A little help please?" asked Chloe, raising her free hand towards the latex woman. She laughed maliciously.

"Paah! Don't be ridiculous, slut, if you're lucky I'll be back before you're completely submerged!" said Micah, spitting on the floor in front of Chloe before disappearing from the pool.

"Um, please what?" asked Chloe, craning her neck to look after the woman, "wait, you're really leaving me here?! HEY! WAIT A SECOND!"

Chloe's face froze into ice as the door slammed loudly and she was alone again.

"He… hello?" she asked in a shaky voice to the empty room.

 

Beatrice startled out of sleep after an uncertain amount of time. Cass, who had laid her head on her shoulder, grumbled a little, but she also opened her eyes and they both squinted at the tray with the two plates. Cass stomach growled loudly.

"Do you think we'll get some real food sometime?" she asked, and they both crawled on their hands and knees to the tray.

"Better than nothing," Beatrice muttered, lowering her head as she couldn't even lift the plate with her hands trapped in hooves. Both of their hair fell into their plates, but by now they didn't care as they laboriously tried to lick their plates clean like animals. The food was just a pureed green, gray mass with no particular taste, but they both felt their bodies gradually regaining their strength.

"Oh, you're finally awake!" said Micah delightedly as she entered the cell, "did you like it?"

"Yes, mistress," both women lied as if from the same mouth. They had already experienced firsthand what it would mean to criticize the food.

"Such well-mannered girls. Shall we take you to training then?"

Both women nodded and stood up, swaying. The pony boots felt unfamiliar to Beatrice, while Cass seemed to have little trouble with them.

That's because I hardly ever wear high heels. Beatrice thought as Micah placed two collars around her necks and secured them with small locks. She pulled on the thin chains attached to them and led them out of the cell and into the maze, between the walls of the hotel. Beatrice trotted along behind Micah with her head down, always trying to minimize the pull on her neck. Their training consisted mainly of stretching exercises and restraints that they had to endure for hours. Today, however, Micah had something else in mind and led them to a gym. Micah hooked Cass chain to a hook while she led Beatrice to today's torture device, a treadmill.

"Let's see how your stamina is doing," Micah said, making Beatrice step on the treadmill. The young-woman didn't dare tell her mistress that she couldn't possibly run for long with her shoes on and kept her lips tightly sealed. Micha meanwhile set to work to make sure Beatrice couldn't just run off the treadmill. She buckled a belt around her waist, already constricted by the corset, and attached ropes to the D-rings attached to it, pulling them up to the ceiling.

"So you don't fall off, dear," Micah said, attaching rubber bands to the treadmill's control panel, "And these are for a little warning."

Her mistress knotted nipple clamps to the rubber bands and Beatrice began to whimper as Micah moved closer with the devilish devices.

"Hold still or you'll regret it… besides, you'll thank me for giving you these."

Beatrice gave two short cries as Micah fastened the clamps.

"Thank you Mistress." She murmured with a moan, and Micah chuckled.

"Not yet," she said, and bound Beatrice's arms by tying belts around them and folding them at the elbows. She also put bridles around Beatrice's head and blinders. A pair of bite tongs completed the appearance of a ponygirl. She did the same with Cass and turned on the treadmills. Beatrice and Cass had to go at a slow pace now or the rubber bands would pull too hard on the clamps and make their nipples burn.

"Sooo and these to keep you motivated," Micah said, setting up something behind the two ponies, though they couldn't see it through the blinders.

"Have fun, I'll come in like… oh I don't know. I have to go take care of the new guests. Isn't that fun? You won't be alone soon! Keep walking, you don't want to know what happens if you don't, trust me." Trilled Micah, locking the training room behind her. Cass glanced at Beatrice, who stubbornly kept running. The blinkers were doing their job perfectly.

"Pfe?" asked Cass

"Mmmh?" asked Beatrice, looking over at Cass, who was slowing down until she ultimately stopped. Although the rubber bands were stretching, Cass didn't seem to mind much. She disappeared from Bea's view and suddenly she heard a bloodcurdling scream.

"Zap!"

Cass immediately came running back into Bea's field of vision. Tears were visible in her eyes and she shook her head to tell Beatrice that her idea had not been a good one. Beatrice also noticed that Cass's treadmill had sped up a bit. Whatever was lurking behind them had inflicted extreme pain on Cass and manipulated the treadmill. Beatrice gulped, she could normally keep up this pace forever, but with these boots it was no guarantee. What if she stumbled. Immediately, she turned away from Cass and focused on her own steps as her friend sobbed quietly.

 

Caitlyn scowled and looked toward the door. The room was lit only by a small flickering lamp, giving it a ghostly presence. She had managed to get to the edge of the giant glue trap in the twilight, but there was now no forward or back for her. Her entire body was covered in glue, pulling at her from all directions. From her original landing point, a deep trail ran through the glue. During her struggle, she had lost, among other things, all her clothes, which were torn and stuck in her trail. Caitlyn was breathing heavily. She had spent all her strength to get to the edge and now had none left to overcome the last piece. Naked and with no hope of grabbing anything that could help her escape, she looked around the darkly lit room. But she could make out nothing but a door that seemed to taunt her. It loomed in front of Caitlyn and seemed to whisper to her.

"Come on, Cait, I thought you were the best in the academy? Where's all your energy now, little wannabe cop?"

"HAAAAAAAAAAA!" Caitlyn screamed in anger and reached out her hand, which was withdrawn the next moment and sank even deeper into the glue.

"Fuck," she muttered weakly, looking at the door out of empty eyes. Whoever was behind it had done their homework. As if on cue. Opened the door to the room and the muscular man who had checked her in seemingly hours ago stepped in front of her. He had with him a bucket with a sponge floating around in a blue liquid and heavy hand and ankle cuffs connected by a chain.

"Well, did we get some exercise?" he asked with amusement, bending down to Caitlyn, but she ignored the question.

"What did you do with my friends?"

"Ohh we have a little protector here…Micah will be happy to break you," Lance said, nudging Caitlyn's nose, but hastily withdrew his hand when her teeth snapped at him.

"Hey, and a beast. Maybe I should leave you here for a bit?" he asked with amusement, standing up. Caitlyn continued to look at him from sinister eyes and said nothing.

"It's obvious you're not one for jokes, the blonde bimbo will definitely be more pleasant company," Lance said, shaking his head and bending down to her again. He took the sponge out of the bucket and carefully rubbed it on her hands. Caitlyn felt them loosen from the glue, but her new freedom was short-lived as Lance immediately locked the heavy handcuffs around her wrists.

"As soon as I get out of here, I'm going to make sure you go down," she growled as he freed the rest of her body from the glue and pulled her to solid ground.

"Mmmh doubt it. If you get out of here, it'll be tied up in a little box at most, while your new owner rubs his hands in anticipation," murmured Lance, locking the ankle cuffs around Caitlyn's legs. The click of the locks echoed in the room and was like the final nail in the coffin for her fate. Caitlyn didn't give up hope though, she couldn't give up, her instructors had drilled that into her day in and day out and she was determined to get her brother and friends out of here alive.

 

Luke blinked several times as he regained consciousness. He had lost it at some point from the pressure of the two latex bubbles and the last thing he could remember was thinking about protecting Kim. Now he saw her: across from him in a straitjacket suit tied and chained to a padded white wall like a dangerous criminal. A mask covered her mouth and she was not yet conscious, but she appeared peaceful. Luke immediately got up from the floor swaying and went to her, but he immediately heard the clanking of chains behind him. He looked down and saw that he too was in a suit. More chains held him down and prevented him from going to Kim.

"Oh, you're awake?" a female voice asked in surprise, and Luke looked up. Standing in the doorway was a woman dressed in a latex nurse outfit, examining Luke like a piece of meat.

"I was quite amazed that you continued to hug your girlfriend so tightly even though you were unconscious. I almost had to get a crowbar."

"Mmmmh!" said Luke, and only now did he realize he was gagged too.

"Yeah, talk, both of you have yet to earn it," Micah said, coming up to him. He didn't back away and stared at her darkly. She grabbed his head and came very close to his ear

"Do we have a rebel here? Or is this simply a desire to protect your little friend? In the end, it doesn't matter, boy. As soon as I'm done with you, you're going to volunteer to lick the dirt off my shoes." She breathed into his ear and giggled softly. Luke was about to try to headbutt her when he heard Kim moaning behind her.

"Hmph!" he exclaimed into his gag and Micah stepped aside, amused.

"I'll leave you two to it then, we'll start training in the morning. Have fun!" she said, laughing in amusement. She left the cell and the metal door closed with a loud bang.

 

Chloe's tears ran unrestrained down her face and mixed with the oobleck, which by now had crawled up her face. Her mouth was covered by it and she was breathing feverishly through her nose. The only other thing sticking out of the pool was her free hand, which she held up until the end. She was aching by now and wanted to be moved, but Chloe dared not choke for fear.

"Now, slut? How does it look?" asked Micah amusedly, standing at the edge of the pool so Chloe could see her. The blonde looked up at her pleadingly, and she puffed mockingly. "Alright, I'll get you out, but one wrong word and I'll leave you here!"

Micah pulled out a remote and pressed a button. Immediately, a chain with handcuffs on its end lowered from the ceiling and Micah steered it into Chloe's hand. Chloe grabbed the chain and was pulled out of the oobleck pool. A loud slurping sound was heard as her body came loose and Chloe exhaled in relief. When Chloe was out to her waist, the chain stopped.

"Put the cuffs on yourself!" ordered Micah tersely.

"But …" Chloe started and stopped when Micah raised an eyebrow. Reluctantly, Chloe followed the order and locked first one, then the other cuff around her wrist before grabbing the chain herself so that all of her weight wouldn't be on her wrists.

"Smart girl," Micah commented, lifting Chloe the rest of the way out of the pool before setting her captive down on the edge. Chloe shivered slightly and looked up at the nurse anxiously.

"No ‘thanks’, bimbo? I could throw you back in the pool."

Chloe hesitated for just a moment before lowering her eyes and whispering, "Thank you."

"Mmmh, not your first time is it? Wait. Look at me!" Micah grabbed Chloe's hair and pulled her head back. There was a hint of red on her cheeks there.

"You… You like that? Hey, you're gonna have a lot of fun here, bimbo. In fact, if you behave, I'll keep you. I'm getting bored with Beatrice and Cass… time for something new I think." she said, putting a collar on Chloe and unhooking the chain from the ceiling before leading Chloe to a special solitary cell meant only for her favorite toys.

 

Beatrice gasped into the gag. Her legs cried out for a break, but she dared not stop walking. Too great was the fear of another shock from the diabolical construction behind her. The speed of the treadmill had increased each time Beatrice was caught by the electric rod and had to make a fast run to avoid being punished again. Cass, however, had gotten it worse. Since she had been electrocuted quite early, she had to use a lot more power than Beatrice already at the beginning. Her treadmill demanded everything from her and it didn't look like she would last much longer. But groans of relief could be heard from both women as the door to the gym opened and Lance entered.

"Now, how are our young ponies doing?" he asked, surveying the speed both treadmills had. He gave a disapproving snort when he saw Cass.

"Somebody caught a few breaks, huh?" he asked, turning off both treadmills before dismounting the tripods with the electric rods.

"What are we going to do with you, Cass? Maybe a few extra shocks?"

Cass, hanging exhausted on the ropes, was suddenly wide awake again, looking around for him and shaking her head in panic before Lance pressed the rod firmly against her butt. A deafening scream echoed around the studio and Cass dropped back into the ropes as Lance pulled the staff away.

"You too Beatrice?" he asked suddenly, but Beatrice said nothing. She had no mercy to expect anyway, why should she beg?

"Mmh, the smarter of the two of you as usual, huh?" said Lance, tossing the bar aside before freeing Beatrice from the treadmill and placing her on the floor. He untied her bonds and removed the pony outfit as well as the corset, leaving her naked in front of him. The first time in weeks that she lay there without any restraints, but she wasted no thought of escape, much to Lance's amusement.

"Let's get you ready for bed then, shall we?" he asked, pulling cling film from a small box beside him, which he immediately used to wrap Beatrice's legs.

"There goes my freedom again," Beatrice murmured softly, and Lance smiled at her.

"Neatness is a must, isn't it?"

She nodded, watching as he wrapped one web after another around her body until she was uncomfortably pressed from all sides. He was finally satisfied with the fourth layer and now got a hair dryer out of the box, which he immediately plugged in and began to work on the foil. Beatrice didn't know why at first. The hair dryer seemed to warm the foil only slightly until she felt it begin to shrink around her body. She inhaled in surprise and he grinned back down at her in amusement.

"Yeah, you got that right and it's getting even tighter," he laughed and Beatrice screwed up her face. Her arms were pressed to her sides and her knees painfully against each other.

"Ready for the next layer?" asked Lance suddenly, but without waiting for an answer he took silver tape out of the box and waved it under her nose.

"More?"

"Of course more, we want you to slowly get used to your restraints, after all, if we could wrap you up and send you off to your new owners, you'd be stuck in them for a while. But don't worry, you haven't been sold yet, and Cass isn't quite ready… well, maybe in a week."

Beatrice looked up at Cass. She could see that even breathing was too much of a strain for her. Still hanging on the ropes and crying softly. Lance, meanwhile, was wrapping the silver tape around Beatrice, tightening it at every turn so it was extra tight around Beatrice. The shrunken film itself already provided a thin waist for Beatrice, but the tape now added to that as well. After Lance finished with her, he did the same with Cass and dragged both cocoons back to their soft padded cell where he gently laid them side by side. Beatrice could still hear Cass crying next to her, and she wished she could take her friend in her arms to comfort her. When Micah entered the cell, the couple exchanged a few quick words with each other before she gave him a kiss and spread two bondage sleeping bags on the floor. Beatrice realized that the bags were made of Darlex, she had already learned that much here. A firm, yet stretchy fabric. While she was gently pushed into the sack by Micah and almost tenderly enclosed in it, Cass got Micah's wrath, as she always did. She pulled on Cass and scolded her for being too fat for the sack, Beatrice suspected it was more because the sack was too small for Cass. Her friend lacked the strength to protest and let it wash over her. After a bit of a struggle between Micah and the zipper, both women now lay on the floor, more helpless than ever, while their mistress stood over them, surveying their handiwork.

"So rest up ladies, and I hope you enjoyed the pony training… after all, that's what's in store for you the rest of the week… sleep well." She warbled and shut the door with a flourish. The lights turned off in the cell, plunging Cass and Beatrice into darkness. Beatrice could hear her friend whimpering and hoped she was quieter than she had been last night. She hated herself for the thought.

Sunday, September 10, 2023

12: The Bondage Hotel

Beatrice's initial anticipation of seeing her friend Cass again soon had flattened, after the third traffic jam in which she had gotten stuck on the way to Leon City. She stared out of tired eyes at the cone of light her car cast on the unlit highway and wondered if Cass went along with this every time she drove back home. After they both graduated from high school, they parted ways as Beatrice sought out a college closer to home while Cass got a spot at LCC. The long distance made it almost impossible for them to visit one another, so they always had to wait for the vacations to see each other again when Cass came home to her parents anyway. But as luck would have it, they now both had time off from college stress and Beatrice had decided to visit Cass in the big city. As she passed a sign announcing that she would soon be arriving in town, her mood improved a bit and she blinked several times to refocus on the road. She wiped a strand of her dark brown hair from her face and sat up. The tight PVC pants she was wearing squeaked softly and Beatrice rolled her eyes. The whole ride, she had regretted putting on these pants, but she wanted to impress her friend with her new clothes. Normally Cass was always the one with the flashy and daring clothes and Beatrice the quiet inconspicuous girl, but she wanted to change this during her visit. Her feet were in ankle boots and her upper body was covered by a skimpy silver top. Beatrice never thought Cass would suffer so much for her fashion. The sudden illumination of her cell phone distracted her from the road for a moment, and she read Cass's name on the screen. A smile graced her lips and, with a swipe of her finger, she answered the call.

"Hey Cass, I was thinking about you dear. What's up?"

"Hey Bea! Where are you sweetie? I was expecting you two hours ago," she heard Cass' cheerful voice, from her cell phone.

"Yeeeeaaah, sorry I got caught in one traffic jam after another, but I should be there soon," Beatrice replied, glancing at the clock, just before midnight.

"All right! But remember you better stop and rest before you drive into the ditch ok? You've been on the road for a while."

"You got it mom," laughed Beatrice, and Cass joined in.

"By the time you get there there will already be a cozy bed and hot chocolate waiting for you."

"Oh then maybe I should hurry up and step on the gas before it gets cold, right?" asked Beatrice, accelerating so that her engine howled.

"You are so stupid haha. Call when you get here, I'll see you in a bit!"

"Alright, see you…" Beatrice interrupted herself as she looked in the rearview mirror and spotted the lights of a police car. "Oh shit." she muttered and started to slow down.

"What's going on?" asked Cass anxiously.

"Just my luck again… a patrol car saw me speeding."

"Yeah, you deserved that a little bit."

"Oh, shut up," Beatrice laughed and hung up after pulling over. The police car came to a stop behind her and Beatrice exhaled in annoyance. After a short wait, the door of the police car opened behind her and a policeman got out. He approached her with his flashlight drawn. In the light of his headlights Beatrice could see that he was tall and muscular, perhaps a little too muscular for a patrolman, Beatrice thought, but she had heard from Cass that the criminals in the city were a larger caliber than at home. Presumably, then, the cops had to be more trained as well. The officer tapped his flashlight against Beatrice's window and she lowered it.

"Evening madame."

"Evening."

"Can you tell me why I stopped you?" he asked and Beatrice had to force herself not to roll her eyes. She just wanted to get out of here and to Cass as quickly as possible.

"I think I was speeding for a minute, officer…?"

"Paper and license, please," he muttered, seeming to ignore her question.

"Of course, here you go," she said, handing him her papers.

"Have you been drinking, Ms.… Scotch?" he asked, letting the beam of the flashlight shine uncomfortably in her eyes.

"No sir, I'm just on my way to visit a friend. I was going to spend some vacation time at her place and see the town."

"Oh nice, nice," he murmured, "Wait in the car for a moment please I need to check this."

Beatrice shook her head in confusion.

"Ehm sure of course." she said, sinking into the seat as the policeman walked back to his car. Beatrice closed her eyes and massaged her forehead.

"I just want to get to Cass, don't I? Is that too much to ask?" she muttered, looking up as her cell phone vibrated. Cass had sent her a picture, showing a stick figure with her face sitting behind bars.

Cass: Let me know if you want me to get you out haha

Beatrice: Don't worry, it's not that bad yet

Cass: Well see you in a bit sweetie!

Beatrice sighed in relief when she saw in the side mirror that the policeman got out and sat up. Her cell phone she put with difficulty in her much too tight pants and so she missed that the policeman had drawn his gun.

"Beatrice Scotch, get out of the car immediately and put your hands behind your head! There's a warrant out for your arrest!" the policeman yelled and his voice broke through the silence of the darkness. Beatrice froze to ice as she saw the barrel of the gun, she gulped as sweat, broke out on her forehead and a thousand thoughts shot through her head

"Officer, there must be some mistake. I was never guilty of anything in my life." Beatrice shouted back, but she didn't want to risk anything and followed the orders.

"Don't move now!" he demanded and came stomping towards her. The policeman grabbed her hands and the sound of handcuffs closing sent a shiver down Beatrice's neck.

"Sir, there must be some mistake, I want to talk to your sergeant!" she demanded, but he didn't seem to hear her. Instead, he roughly pulled Beatrice away from the door and pushed her against her car so that her upper body rested on the trunk. The policeman began to pat her down, thoroughly. Beatrice blushed with embarrassment as he seemed particularly solicitous of her PVC-wrapped buttocks and fished her cell phone out of her pocket.

"I don't have any drugs or weapons on my body and I'd appreciate it if you don't touch me there!" she pressed out through clenched teeth and to her surprise he actually stepped back.

"I'm going to have to take you in Ms. Scotch, and for my own safety I'm going to have to give you extra restraints for the ride," the cop explained.

"I beg you, no matter what you have in the database about me, I assure you it is false!"

"We'll settle this at the station, please don't resist," he said coldly and pulled her down from her car. The officer maneuvered her into his car and pushed her into the back seat. It had a cavity to accommodate her cuffed arms. Beatrice frowned but said nothing until he pulled two seat belts and tightened them across her body. She now looked like she was wearing a leather harness from the BDSM scene, over her shiny silver top.

"Don't you think that's a bit overkill, sir?" she asked shyly, trying to peek past his head at his work laptop, but it showed nothing that could explain her predicament. Lastly, the policeman bent down and shackled her ankles to the bench seat with leather cuffs.

"No this is appropriate for you Ms. and now shut up." He slammed the door and got into the driver's seat.

"Wait! What about my car?" asked Beatrice in panic when she saw the still open door of her vehicle.

"Let my colleagues take care of it," murmured the policeman absentmindedly, typed something into his cell phone and put her phone next to him on the passenger seat. He started the engine and the car rolled over the gravel back onto the road. Beatrice looked back at her car, pouting, as they passed it and left it beside the highway.

"Now can you tell me what I'm being charged with? Don't you have to tell me?" she asked after they had been driving silently down the road for ten minutes, testing her restraints that pressed her mercilessly into the seat. She understood that the handcuffs had to be standard, but the straps pressed into her skin and uncomfortably onto her breasts. The vibration of the car massaged them and Beatrice had to pull herself together not to groan or blush at every bump they drove over.

"I said we'd settle this at the station Ms. and now shut up before I have to gag you," the policeman replied and Beatrice thought she could see in the rear view mirror that he was smiling briefly.

"You…you're not a cop, are you?" asked Beatrice suddenly and the officer gave her a brief surprised look. This time she could see his smile clearly.

"No. Welcome to Leon City, Beatrice." he said with a laugh and left the highway via a country road.

Bondage Hotel by ICmyaieye


"Officer Mending from LCPD how can I help you?" a female voice asked when Cass called the police station after Beatrice still hadn't arrived at her place after half an hour.

"Yeah hey, this is Cass Evers, I'm worried about a friend of mine, Beatrice Scotch. The last time I heard from her she got into a traffic stop and now she's not getting back to me. That was about a half hour ago. Has she been arrested?"

"Mmmh let me take a look. No, there is nothing here about a Beatrice Scotch. Do you know where that was?"

"Not exactly. I'm guessing on one of the highways heading into town."

"Uh that doesn't exactly narrow it down I'm afraid…but you're in luck, I'm reading here that there have only been four car stops on the highways in the last few hours and all of them had men behind the wheel. Are you sure she was pulled over?"

"Well… not really. Mmmh, Maybe she's just taking a rest…"

"Well, it is very late haha. If your friend doesn't call by tomorrow morning, please call again. Good night Ms. Evers."

"Night." said Cass and hung up. Disappointed, the blonde student lowered her phone and drummed on the table. When she talked about the city, she always joked that it was dangerous and better not to travel alone. But after the recent discovery of a human trafficking ring that trapped its victims in mannequins, she was unsure if the stories from the city were not to be taken more seriously. She opened her chat with Beatrice.

Cass: Hey Beatrice, I'm worried about you! Did something happen at the control? The LCPD has no record of you being stopped. Please get back to me by tomorrow morning.

She set her phone aside to get ready for bed when it vibrated. Cass breathed a sigh of relief and read the message.

Beatrice: Sorry to have worried you. I fell asleep and was kindly driven by the police to a nearby hotel. Can you pick me up there? I can't after the long drive, but would rather sleep with you.

Cass: Okay? Sure, I'll be on my way, send me your location.

Cass frowned when she saw Beatrice's position. She was out of town. In the middle of nowhere in a hotel whose name meant absolutely nothing to her. She sighed when she saw the route she was about to take, but wanted to oblige her friend and grabbed her car keys.

"Well at least she's okay," Cass muttered and left the apartment.


Beatrice was stunned. There was complete emptiness in her mind. Not a tear rolled down her cheek and she kept silent the whole way. This was convenient for her kidnapper, so he didn't have to stop and press a gag between her teeth. As the car slowed down and entered an underground parking garage, Beatrice looked up. Concrete walls grew up beside her, robbing her of her view of the forest. She cleared her throat as they drove deeper underground.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked in a shaky voice, looking at her captor over the rearview mirror.

“'Store' and 'train' until we find a buyer for you."

"Store… Train…? Buyer? Are you one of those maniacs who lock their victims in mannequins?"

Her captor chuckled.

"You've heard of Judy? Haha! Yes, we used to work together sometimes, but now that she's gone we've taken over her business and clients. I'm sure you can imagine how high the demand has gotten by now."

"Not really."

"Doesn't matter, either. You'll have other problems soon." he said, stopping in front of a woman who seemed to be waiting for them. She wore a nurse's uniform of white latex and hid her face behind a latex surgical mask. Her white blonde hair fell like a waterfall down her back and her high heels gave her legs a seductive length.

"Please let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone either!" said Beatrice desperately as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He gave her a disdainful look.

"Do you think begging ever helped anyone in your situation?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Beatrice dropped her head back to her chest. Her captor rolled his eyes and left the car to hug the blonde nurse. They exchanged a few quick words and Beatrice could hear the woman giggling. Beatrice looked up and could just see him showing her cell phone. He gave her a kiss on the masked mouth and disappeared toward a steel door that slammed heavily into the lock behind him. She tilted her head and looked at Beatrice in the car. Beatrice began to tremble as she looked into the woman's ice-cold eyes and tried in vain to free herself from the restraints.

"Please let me out of here! I'll do anything too! I don't want to be here!" she croaked at the top of her lungs and braced herself against the straps that pressed her into the seat. The woman watched with interest Beatrice's struggle against the restraints and leisurely pushed a kind of wheelchair next to the car. Pleadingly Beatrice looked up at her, but there was no trace of pity in the nurse's blue eyes. Exhausted, she lowered her head again and heard the woman open the door.

"Have we calmed down?" she asked, but Beatrice did not answer. "I asked you a question!" the nurse nagged Beatrice, grabbing her chin to turn it in her direction.

Beatrice’s gaze blurred as tears formed in her eyes and she nodded as the grip on her chin tightened.

"Good, now don't get any funny ideas when I put you in here. Trust me, you don't want to know what happens when you piss me off." the woman said, untying Beatrice's ankle cuffs and the harness that pressed her against the car seat.

"Please you don't have to do this," Beatrice mumbled weakly as the nurse grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car.

"Well… do we? We have a business to run, after all." the woman said, placing Beatrice in the metal wheelchair. She removed her shoes and socks and put her feet in loops. With a tug on the sturdy nylon, the strap tightened and Beatrice's feet didn't move an inch from the spot. The nurse grabbed the back of her neck and wordlessly pushed her down. Surprised, Beatrice squealed as her face made acquaintance with her knees.

"Don't move!" the woman ordered, releasing the handcuffs before roughly pushing Beatrice back into the chair. More nylon straps were pulled over her shoulders under her armpits back to the back and like before her feet, cinched tight.

"This is hurting me. Does it have to be so tight?" whined Beatrice, looking up at the nurse who was busy putting her hands in the arm straps.

"Don't worry my dear," the woman said, stroking Beatrice's cheek with her latex-clad fingers, "I'll get you something more comfortable in a minute."

At that moment Beatrice's cell phone rang in the passenger seat.

"Oh do we have some nice friends?" the woman asked, tightening the last strap that pinned Beatrice's hips to the seat.

She leaned into the car, picked up the phone and read the message. A grin tugged under the mask and she cast a sardonic glance at Beatrice.

"Your friend Cass is concerned about you. Shouldn't we invite her here so you two can have a good time and we can make double the profit?"

Beatrice turned pale.

"Please don't do that! I… I'll do anything you want, too, and I'll be good!"

"Sweetheart you're doing that as it is, whether you like it or not." laughed the nurse and took off a glove to write back to Cass. Beatrice opened her mouth in bewilderment and began to pull at her bonds. But the nylon held her stubbornly pinned to the seat, allowing no resistance. It cut painfully into her wrists, but she couldn't let Cass get trapped. The nurse approached her again after putting her glove back on and tilted her head to the side with interest, watching Beatrice's hopeless struggle against the wheelchair.

"Please…", Beatrice started but immediately regretted opening her mouth when she got a panel gag pressed into her mouth. A ball pushed down her tongue, making any further words from Beatrice unintelligible. The woman closed additional straps under her chin and above her head.

"You whine too much dear. Nothing you can say will save you or your friend, you will not speak again now until I allow you to." the woman whispered in Beatrice's ear and a soft click was heard as she attached a lock to the gag.

"Mmmhh!" Was all Beatrice could produce and shook her head while trying to slip the gag off with the help of the chair. The woman patted Beatrice's cheek again and started pushing the chair towards an elevator.

"You're cute already. Maybe I can talk Lance into letting us keep you. I'm always looking for a new plaything." she said. The clacking of her white high heels echoed off the walls while Beatrice looked ahead in blank horror at her uncertain future.


Cass frowned as she arrived at the end of the long country road and parked next to Beatrice's car in the hotel lot. She had expected a flophouse in the middle of nowhere, but not the massive structure that now stretched out before her. It looked like a mansion from an earlier century and superbly maintained. Nowhere could Cass see paint peeling, and the bushes in front of the building were green, rustling gently in the breeze of the cool night air. Cass locked her car and walked toward the entrance. She went up the two steps to the porch and opened the heavy wooden door. A muscular doorman stood behind a gold-trimmed wooden counter reading the newspaper, but looked up as Cass entered the hotel. His scowl vanished momentarily and gave way to a smile as he set the newspaper aside.

"Good evening. How can I help you, my lady?"

"Hey good evening," Cass said, approaching him, "My friend said she was here and wanted to be picked up."

She looked around the lobby, but there was no sign of Beatrice.

"Could you tell Beatrice Scotch that I'm here?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to leave my post unless it's an emergency, but you're welcome to take a seat in the waiting room. Someone will be along shortly to take you to her. Once down the hall here and the last door on the left." he said kindly, pointing in that direction. Cass nodded her thanks while he picked up a phone. She heard him talking quietly to someone as she walked down the hall and opened the door described. It was a cozy room with white leather couches and wood paneled walls with pictures of famous people who had worked in or on the hotel. Cass did not take a closer look at them and sat down in a wide armchair. She pulled out her cell phone and rolled her eyes when she realized she had no network. Cass put it back and reached for one of the gossip magazines lying on a small table beside her.


Beatrice stared ahead out of blank eyes. The nurse pushed her through the building. Past mysterious apparatus she had never seen before and hidden switches that opened doors, behind pictures and mirrors.

"We're here Beatrice, I hope you like your new home because you won't be leaving it anytime soon," the woman said contentedly, patting Beatrice's head before picking a key from a full key ring and opening a white painted steel door. Beatrice looked into the room. It was only a few steps in either direction, but had a high ceiling where she could see cameras. The walls and floor were padded and bouncy as the woman pushed the wheelchair into the room. Her masked face forced itself into Beatrice's field of vision and new tears gathered in her eyes. The young woman shook her head pleadingly, hoping that the nurse would take pity on her after all.

"'Oh you poor thing, you're still getting your hopes up. That's good! Then you won't be so easily broken and Hubby and I can have more fun with you." she said laughing and reaching into her breast pocket to pull out what looked suspiciously like a syringe. The nurse waved it under Beatrice's nose and she ducked to the side as best she could to avoid the needle.

"We can do the following in two ways. One where you follow the orders I give you and one where I ram this into your neck and you have absolutely nothing to worry about for the next few hours. Which would you prefer?"

"HOMP! HOMP!" shouted Beatrice into the gag in a panic, shaking her head.

"Smart girl," the woman said, pulling a garment from under the wheelchair that looked like white snug pajamas with booties and long sleeves. There were several flaps built over the garment through which loose leather belts were pulled. The woman pulled out the ones in the chest area and opened the sturdy zipper in the back so Beatrice could take a look inside. While the exterior of the suit looked smooth and durable the interior was padded and even almost inviting like a warm sleeping bag.

"We'll put that on you now," she said, and seeing Beatrice's eyes growing larger and more panicked, she added, "provided you're still happy with Plan A…" and raised the syringe again in front of Beatrice's nose. The young woman whimpered into her gag, nodding as she watched the nurse undo her ankle cuffs, as well as the strap that pinned her to the seat.

"'Course, these can't stay on," murmured the woman, pulling down Beatrice's PVC pants and panties with one grip and tossing them carelessly back into the aisle. Her top and bra followed and Beatrice gave a sniveling look to her clothes before being roughly grabbed by her legs and tucked into the suit. The woman forced the unruly and padded garment up her hips until her feet rested in the built-in shoes. Beatrice was too frightened to resist the nurse's practiced hands and let the procedure wash over her. The inside of the suit actually felt quite comfortable against her skin. It clung to her and seemed to hug and gently squeeze her.

"So we come to the finale, after that you can relax for a while and I'll take off your gag." the nurse explained. She undid the remaining straps from the wheelchair and helped Beatrice stand up. Her arms were put into the suit and Beatrice noticed that the sleeves were sewn shut. She looked sadly at her hands and winced as the woman zipped the suit up and it settled fully around her body. At that moment, Beatrice noticed that the belts attached to her legs were hanging loosely in the loops. The nurse had forgotten to tighten them and instead worked on the buckles at her back. Beatrice's heart began to race and her dull eyes suddenly took in every detail in the room as her vision sharpened.

In a flash, her elbow, trapped in the suit, shot backwards and hit her unwary captor. The attack hit her completely unexpectedly and she yelled out curses as she went down. Beatrice stumbled around the wheelchair and ran through the open door of the padded cell. She still had the presence of mind to slam the cell door behind her and lock it. Through a pane of glass in the door, she could see the rage-filled nurse pounding on the door, but Beatrice could not hear her. She swallowed and prayed never to have to experience this fate. She awkwardly pulled the key out of the lock and ran back down the hallway from which they had come. At an intersection she stopped. Breathing heavily through her nose, since the gag had sealed her mouth, she looked feverishly at the corridors. At that moment she cursed herself for not paying attention to where they had gone. She took the right corridor and slowed her run to catch her breath. Frowning, she examined the machines mounted on the walls as she passed and tried to open the suit with her trapped hands. Beatrice, however, did not manage to loosen the already closed strap around her neck and thus get to the zipper. She doubted that she could even open it and gave up.

Maybe I can use something here to free myself. She thought about it and searched the walls for a hook or something similar.

"MMMHPPPFFF!" she gasped happily into the gag as she spotted a metal bar sticking out of the wall. She walked over to it and positioned her neck against the bar to open the strap. With effort she managed to force the metal between them and grinned under the gag. Beatrice pulled. But, instead of the strap giving way as she had hoped, the rod gave way and it clicked. All at once Beatrice felt the floor beneath her begin to vibrate and spin. Panicked, Beatrice tried to free herself from the lever, but was stuck. Her field of vision turned 180 degrees as a secret entrance opened and she suddenly found herself standing in a bedroom, face to face with Lance, the man who had falsely arrested her. He stared at her in bewilderment as he stood naked in front of her. His police uniform was on the bed and he was bending over for a suit.

"What have you done to my wife?" he asked thunderously, straightening up to his full height. Beatrice began to tremble and fidgeted with the lever, trying to pull it again, but it seemed to be stuck. Her captor tugged on his pants before stepping to her and lifting from the lever with one hand. She slammed her useless hands against his chest, which felt like steel, and he threw her onto the bed. She landed heavily on the bedspread and it took her breath away. With difficulty Beatrice tried to get up but she was mercilessly pushed into the bedspread by his knee while his hands completed her restraints.

"I swear to you, if you've done anything to Micah…!" he pressed out between his teeth and grabbed her flailing arms before pulling the long loops on them through the front flap of her straitjacket and tying them together behind her back. Beatrice pressed her head into the covers and tears gathered in her eyes. She had lost. Her captor worked his way down and pulled her leg restraints so tightly that her bones were pressed painfully against each other. Lance turned her onto her back and looked down at her coldly.

"You're lucky you're worth more in one piece!" he snarled at her, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He entered the secret passage using the switch and took her back to the cells.


Cass put the magazine aside after reading through all the interesting articles and pulled out her cell phone. She had been waiting for half an hour.

"Are they going to force us to take a room?" asked Cass aloud, rising from the chair. She went toward the door to complain to the porter, but hesitated when she noticed one of the pictures hanging on the wall. It showed the hotel shortly after it was built. A tiny written text was next to it.

"Wow, it hasn't changed much," she commented and began to skim the text. She read that this building was not built as a hotel, but as a mental hospital and was closed only a few years after its completion after abuse cases became known.

"With that it is already decided that I do not want to spend the night here. These institutions always give me the creeps! How do they stay afloat?" Cass asked aloud and a cold shiver ran down her neck as she read about the horrors that had happened in this house over the years. With difficulty, she forced herself away from the text and shook her head. She had more pressing matters to attend to. She pushed down the handle and pulled on the door. Nothing happened. She pushed. Nothing again.

Did they forget me and lock me in? Cass thought and pounded on the door.

"Hey, can you hear me! Could you get me out of here?" she asked, getting more and more nervous but nobody answered her. She turned around, maybe there was a phone here she could use to reach the front desk. Her cell phone still had no reception. In fact, she saw an old-fashioned one with a rotary dial lying in the corner. Cass walked up to it and picked up the phone. However, this could only be lifted a little before Cass felt resistance. She heard a loud click and flinched in anticipation.

"Hello?" she asked anxiously into the room. No one answered. Instead, she heard a soft hiss. Cass followed the sound and coughed briefly as she detected a strange smell in the air. She put her hand in front of her mouth and stumbled forward as she felt dizzy. She just managed to hold onto the chair before taking another breath and sinking to the floor. She saw a ventilation grate behind a sofa from which purple smoke billowed into the room.

"I… I have to… warn Beatrice!" she muttered, crawling across the floor to the door. She came to a stop with her hand outstretched as she lost consciousness, and the last thing she saw was the door finally opening.


After Lance, her captor, threw Beatrice back into the padded cell, she lay in the dark. According to him, she was lucky that nothing had happened to his wife Micah, yet she was to be punished for her insolence by not having her shackles loosened. Her gag also remained where it was and so she could only cry softly into it and hope that her tiredness would eventually overtake her and she could escape this place in her dreams. She heard nothing from outside. The walls swallowed all sounds and she did not know how long she had already been locked up. With the last of her strength, she crawled across the floor until her head hit a wall and curled up next to it.

Please Cass, save me, she prayed and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She didn't notice that the light in her cell suddenly came on and only when she heard the cell door swing open did she look up. The bright light blinded her, but she could see Lance entering the cell. In his arms he carried an unconscious person whom Beatrice recognized as Cass after blinking several times.

"MMHPF!"

"Yes that's Cass, well recognized Beatrice!" said Micah angrily and the nurse entered the padded cell shortly after her husband. In her arms she held a suit similar to the one Beatrice was wearing and she knew immediately what her captors were planning to do with her unconscious friend. Beatrice had to watch Cass being stripped of her clothes and put into the straitjacket. Lance was about to lock her body with the belts when his wife stopped him.

"I have a better idea darling," she said holding up a ball gag with four leather straps, "We'll use this one."

Lance's expression brightened and a grin played around his lips as he looked over at Beatrice. The latter backed away from him into the corner, but was roughly grabbed by her feet and pulled back into the center of the room. To Beatrice's surprise, Lance loosened the bonds around her body, but her joy was short-lived as he fixed her again, strapping her to Cass' unconscious body. Their legs and bodies were pressed together and their arms wrapped around each other. While Micah removed Beatrice's gag to replace it with the other, Cass weakly opened her eyes. She stared into her friend's tear-smeared face for a moment, then wrenched her eyes open in panic.

"What is this? What the fuck is this! Release us now!" She yelled at Lance and Micah as she saw the straitjackets holding their bodies with tight grips, but the couple just started laughing.

"Always the same pointless advances. Lance I want to keep them both and educate them. May I?" asked Micah, and her husband smiled.

"Let's see how they do in slave training first."

She pressed the gag into Cass' mouth and locked it into her neck.

"Please let Cass go. I… I won't make any more trouble either." pleaded Beatrice but she fell on deaf ears. The gag was also put in her mouth and locked.

"Why should I settle for you alone when I can have both of you?" she said, poking Beatrice in the side with her foot. Beatrice pulled her nose up noisily and squeezed her eyes shut as if trying to wake up from a nightmare. Cass tried to calm her down and stroked Beatrice's back with her hand. However, she didn't know if she could even feel her hand.

"Let's let our dear guests get some rest. Tomorrow they shall be fit for their punishment after all." Micah laughed coldly and disappeared from the cell with Lance. Beatrice opened her eyes again and the two friends looked at each other for a moment. Through the gag you would think they were kissing so close they were. Cass gave her an encouraging nod.

We'll get through this together! She thought and Beatrice started to sob and nodded. The last thing they saw before the lights went out were the faces of their best friend, then the darkness swallowed them.



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34: My realm

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