It was late at night and Nicole Green couldn't sleep. With a groan, the teenage girl rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp, throwing a soft yellow glow over the bedroom. Nicole grabbed her glasses and put them on. She sat up, tying her hair back into a loose ponytail. Throwing the sheets off, she got out of bed and pulled a robe on over her pajamas.

Bare feet padding softly on the carpet, Nicole crossed the room to her desk and opened the bottommost drawer. Hidden underneath several books and a stack of old magazines was a spiral bound notebook; Nicole's journal, or rather her latest journal. The others were carefully hidden from any prying parents at the bottom of a cardboard box filled with some old toys in her closet.

Closing the drawer, Nicole set the notebook on the desk and opened it, flipping through page after page filled with her small, neat handwriting. On these pages Nicole, or more often heroines who merely happened to bear an uncanny resemblance to a certain teenage girl, faced peril after peril, at the hands of mobsters, kidnappers, white slavers and all manner of villains, narrowly escaping certain death, only to be kidnapped once again.

Here and there, Nicole had attempted to illustrate her stories, to the extent of her meager artistic talents would allow… About halfway through the notebook, she found a blank page. Reaching for a pencil, the teenage girl thought for a moment, trying to come up with a good scenario. With a grin, she leaned forward and began to write…


"Are you ready yet, Rachel?" 21 year old college student Nicole Green called out.

"Almost…" Rachel replied from the bathroom. A minute later, she opened the door and stepped out. "Tada! What do you think?" The coed twirled, letting her friend and roommate see her new outfit from all sides.

"Oh wow! That's cute!" Nicole said, grinning. For the evening, Rachel had picked out a light, spaghetti strap dress and matching heels, along with frilly pink socks. Nicole was wearing a white blouse, black skirt and knee high white boots. Tonight, she'd let her light brown hair down.

Collecting their purses, the two young women left the dorm and headed to Rachel's car. They weren't the only coeds going out tonight. There was a three day weekend ahead of them and more than a few students were taking advantage of the opportunity to get out and party.

"So what's the name of this place we're going to again?" Nicole asked as they got in the car.

"I believe it's called the Devil's Devious Den." Rachel replied, starting up the car. "Sarah told me about this club, she went to it while she was here. It's a sort of bondage theme club."

Nicole grinned. That sounded like the kind of place Rachel's older sister would go to.

After a fifteen minute drive, they arrived at the club, Rachel found a parking spot not too far away from it and they got out. Nicole shivered, walking along the sidewalk as a cold gust of autumn wind blew over her. The young woman wished she'd brought a jacket. Rachel didn't seem to mind the cold, despite wearing even less than Nicole was.

From the outside, the club didn't look like much; a subdued sign in neutral font reading "Devil's Devious Den" hung over a stairwell leading down below the street. By contrast, as the girls descended down the stairs to the club, it was like descending into an infernal realm.

The floor and booths had been painted black, and textured to look like rock. The walls and ceiling above had been painted red. Projections threw up dancing flames along the walls. A pounding beat filled the air, along with a cloud of fog from numerous smoke machines. On one side of the open room a bar had been set up, decorated with fake stalagmites and stalactites. Opposite of it, was a small open stage on which a man and two women were performing a bondage-act.

Aside from Nicole and Rachel, the club was packed with people drinking, dancing, or watching the show. Many of them were dressed like Nicole and Rachel, in club wear, but just as many were wearing bondage gear. Nicole saw more than a few collars, more than a few people on leashes or wearing chains.

Grinning, the two girls made their way through the crowd towards the bar. There, a smiling barmaid wearing a cute devil girl's outfit took their outfit took their orders. Even Nicole, who didn't usually drink, decided to splurge a little tonight. Collecting their drinks, the two friends found a free booth and sat down. For a half hour or so, they sat, sipping their drinks and watched the show.

Nicole felt her cheeks warm in response to the alcohol. It felt how, all of a sudden, appropriate, she thought, considering the décor. The two girls finished their drinks and Rachel went back to the bar for a second round.

"You know, Nicole," Rachel said, tearing her attention away from the stage. "If I remember what Sarah told me about this place, they have some rooms in the back for guests who want to have some fun." She grinned. Nicole smiled back.

"Sounds interesting." She replied. "Shall we?" She finished the last of her drink and stood up, a little too quickly, from the way the room spun around her for a moment. Rachel giggled as Nicole grabbed the table to steady herself, then she stood up, wobbling as well.

Hand in hand, the two friends crossed the room, looking for the backrooms. After some searching, the found a hallway leading off from the main room. Through an unlocked door, the girls found themselves in a well-lit hallway lined with doors. As the girls closed behind them, the music playing in the club was muffled, if not completely silenced.

Together, they walked down the hallway, trying some of the doors. All of them were locked, save one, which proved to be a storage closet.

"Rachel…" Nicole said, nervously as they came to an intersection. "I don't think we're supposed to be back here."

"I didn't see any signs saying to keep out." Rachel replied. "It's not our fault if they don't- hold up!" The young woman suddenly came to a halt, pressing up against one wall at the corner.

"What are you…?" Nicole started to say, but Rachel motioned her to be quiet. Nicole nodded, stepping behind Rachel. A moment later, the girls heard a group of people approaching. "mmmpppphhh!!!" Nicole heard a young woman groaning in fear. Cautiously, Rachel peered around the corner. Her eyes widened in shock.

Coming down the hallway were a pair of burly men. Between them, they were carrying a slender young woman, dragging her along. She was wearing a short, red dress and heels, her light blond hair pulled back in a loose bun that had come partly undone. The young woman's hands were pulled behind her back and bound with rope. Her feet were similarly restrained. A strip of cloth was pulled between the girl's teeth, muffling her frightened cries.

It was obvious this was no game, no mere playacting. The young woman was obviously in great distress. Her eyes were wide with fear, her cheeks wet with tears. The prisoner struggled furiously in her captors' grasp; the large men barely even noticed her squirming as they dragged her down the hallway.

About ten feet from the intersection, the two men stopped at one of the doors. Opening it, they dragged their weeping captive through the door. A few minutes later, they returned, without the girl, and headed back up the hall.

"Come on, Rachel!" Nicole whispered, nervously, when she was sure the men were far enough away. "We need to get out of here and get help!"

"Hold on…" Rachel whispered back. "Let's see if we can find out what's going on here, real quick, then we'll go get help…" Cautiously, expecting somebody to come along at any moment, the girls crossed the hall to the door the men brought the captive women into. Rachel tried the doorknob and to her surprise found it was unlocked.

Rachel's eyes widened in shock as she opened the door and stepped through it. Behind her, she heard Nicole gasp in surprise. The two girls found themselves in a large room. Lining the walls on either side of them were a dozen small metal cages. About half of the cages held a single, young woman each. The girls were all tightly bound and gagged. They moaned to the two girls fearfully, peering through the bars of the cages with eyes wide with fear.

"Now, what do we have here?"

The girls jumped in surprise and spun around, gasping in shock. Standing behind them was a woman in her mid-thirties, flanked by the two goons from before. She was wearing an expensive black business suit. Held in her hands was a large automatic handgun.

"A couple of snoops, curious about our little human trafficking operation, hmmm?" The woman continued, an evil grin crossing her face. "Well, we know how to deal with little snoops." She nodded to her henchmen who stepped forward, pulling rope from their jacket pockets. Ignoring the girls' scared protests, the goons quickly lashed their hands behind their backs.

"mmmppphhh!!!" Rachel grunted in impotent rage as a wadded up cloth was stuffed in her mouth. Before she could spit it out, a second band of cloth was tied between her teeth, gagging the young woman. Beside her, Nicole was getting the same treatment.

"Alright you two!" The woman said, "Start walking!" Nicole stumbled on her high heeled boots as she was roughly shoved forward. Rachel had to step quickly to keep her balance, unable to use her hands. At gunpoint, the two girls were led past the row of cages and captives and through a door into another room.

Nicole glanced over nervously at Rachel. Her friend returned the look, her own eyes wide with fear. Both were trembling in fright. What was going to happen to them? These people were obviously hardened criminals, who knew what they were capable of doing?

The group, captors and frightened captives descended a rusty metal staircase. At the bottom, the girls found themselves at the bottom of a large pit, lined with bricks. A number of pipes ran up and down the brickwork lining the walls.

One of the slavers untied Nicole and Rachel's hands. They were immediately retied in front of the girls  with two long coils of rope. Grabbing the free ends of the ropes, he scurried back up the stairs where he tied off the ropes, pulling it up until both girls were forced to raise their hands above their hands and stand on their toes.

Meanwhile, the second goon quickly lashed the captive's feet together, tying them off to a ring set in the floor. Yanking the last knot tight, he stood up and stepped back. The young women stood, wobbling on their tightly bound feet, whimpering quietly into their gag as the head slaver stepped forward, eyeing them with a cruel glance. "This is the end for you two snoops." With that, she turned and climbed the stairs, her goon following after her.

Nicole grunted into her gag. What were they doing? She squirmed in her bonds, trying to feel for any give in them. There was none. Just then, the girls heard a screech of rusty metal overhead, as something was being turned. There was a rattling, gurgling sound, rising through the pipes. Suddenly, a stream of water spurted from one of the pipes overhead. The two girls squealed in surprise as it splashed onto the ground, soaking the brick floor.

Nicole moaned in fright. That was their plan! They were going to drown the two of them! Almost terrifyingly fast, water began to fill up around them. Within moments, the water was an inch deep. Soon, it had reached the girl's ankles and kept rising.

Nicole and Rachel struggled furiously against their bonds, desperately trying to free themselves. Despite all their efforts, the ropes remained stubbornly tight. By now, the water was up to their knees and still rising.

Nicole glanced over at Rachel, tears welling up in her eyes. Rachel moaned into her gag. The water was around their waists now, and still rising fast. Soon enough, it would be over their heads and it would be all over…        


Nicole raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. She blinked, eyelids growing heavy, and quickly glanced over what she'd written. With a smile, the teenage girl slipped off her glasses and crossed the room. Pulling the covers back, she lay down on the bed, and shut off the lamp. "I can't wait to show this to Rachel tomorrow…" Nicole thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep…