Synopsis: Maxine always wondered why her neighbors seemed odd. She investigates, but finds herself stuck in a kinky situation.

Maxine had always noticed her neighbor's house on her walks home from college. The run-down, ramshackle old cabin near the edge of the woods was the home of two women who were always doing something... strange. They did normal things, but there was always something slightly odd about it. Whether they were working in the garden or sitting on the deck, something seemed off and Maxine couldn't tell what it was. She had asked friends if they knew who they were and she only got responses saying they had been there longer than they could remember. The cabin was in view of her window from her small apartment she rented, and Maxine would often watch the cabin with its lights on until well past midnight, wondering what the two women were doing inside every night. Maxine's curiosity was overflowing, but she had never built up the courage to approach the women and get to know them. She always kept her distance, watching from afar, her mind creating stories of who and what the women were and where they came from.

One woman was tall, slim and always wore black. If it was hot out, she wore a black tank top and black shorts. Her black lipstick and fingernails highlighted her pale skin which never seemed to tan considering how often Maxine saw her outside. She was somewhat reserved, often having a neutral smile on her face. The other woman was shorter, also slim and very tan. She was much more enthusiastic than her counterpart and would wave at Maxine as she walked past, beaming at her. Her outfit changed from day to day, from a light grey shirt with a pink skirt one day to jeans and a sunhat the next. She always wore a choker that went with her outfit, providing a splash of color that always blended seamlessly with whatever else she was wearing. Maxine would wave back, but no words were ever exchanged. She never heard either women make a sound to each other, just continue doing whatever they were doing. This was what made them seem odd to Maxine, but she never realized this.

The women owned a single small sedan that was always parked in front of the cabin in the gravel driveway, surrounded by trees. Maxine had never seen it run before, and was quite surprised one day on her walk back home to see it gone. She hadn't thought it could run, how old and faded the body was. Maxine's first thought was of where the women could have gone. As she unlocked her front door, Maxine's mind began to conjure the idea of breaking into their home and fulfilling her curiosity. She made herself her normal microwave meal and plopped down on her couch and turned on her favorite crime show. As Maxine sat there eating, her mind continuously wandered back to the cabin on the edge of the woods, the opportunity of learning what made them odd becoming more and more obvious. "They'll be back tomorrow I bet, and by then it'll be too late. They probably won't leave again for a long time and I'm gonna regret not doing it" Maxine thought to herself. When she had finished her dinner, she turned off the TV and sat down next to the window, watching the house. She watched it for a few minutes, slowly making up her mind. "Tonight, once it's dark out" Maxine finally decided.

Maxine worked on homework for a few hours, finding it difficult to concentrate on it. At 11:00pm, when it had been dark for a few hours, Maxine decided it was time.

"Hmmmm, what to wear..." the young 20-year old thought to herself. She thought back to crime movies she had seen and decided to wear all black to blend in with the night, just like the criminals in the movies. She looked through her closet, finding only a black pair of leggings and a black sweatshirt. She typically wore brighter colors, these was the only black clothing she owned. She pulled the leggings on and threw the sweatshirt over her tank top and grabbed a flashlight, deciding to leave her straight shoulder-length light-brown hair down. She normally put it in a ponytail but decided to leave it hanging about her head. Walking out the door, her breathing began to speed up in excitement for what she was about to do. Maxine had never broken any laws before, being raised in a fairly conservative family. The closest she had gotten was stealing mints from her father's mint bowl on his desk at their home. By merely thinking about what she was going to do she got excited.

Maxine walked down to the sidewalk from her house and turned right, heading towards the long driveway that wound its way up to the cabin. Maxine stopped at the entrance of the gravel driveway, looking up at the cabin, slightly uphill nestled in the trees on the edge of the forest. She took a deep breath and began walking up the driveway.

Maxine reached the cabin, her heart beating rapidly. She took the steps up to the deck of the cabin, the wood under her ballet flats (her only black shoes) squeaking faintly. She walked up to the front door, partially hoping it would be locked so she would have to go back and not break into a stranger's house. She tested the doorknob and to her surprise, turned with a smoothness that did not fit with the state of the rest of the cabin. She pushed the door in on well-oiled hinges, providing no creak. Until now, Maxine had guided herself by the light of the moon and stars on the clear night. She now flicked the flashlight on, shining it around the inside of the entryway. A small foyer presented itself in the beam of her flashlight, a padded chair up against on wall and a coat hanger on the oposite side. Maxine quickly entered, closing the door behind her, her heart racing.

"I did it, I am officially committing a felony" Maxine thought to herself ironically, quietly getting a thrill out of it with a large smile on her face.

Maxine walked through the house, the floorboards creaking under her feet. She discovered a small, run-down yet tidy kitchen and a similar looking living room with only a bookshelf and a couch. She found a bathroom and one large bedroom with a single king-size bed in the middle. Maxine snooped about, checking cabinets and closets, looking for anything out of the ordinary. She found nothing unusual, the oddest thing being a black latex suit tucked in with the taller woman's other clothes, all black. Maxine didn't think much about this, assuming it was just another black set of clothing she had in her wardrobe.

Maxine had explored the entire cabin and was getting ready to leave when she noticed a thin door tucked away in a corner that had escaped her noticed. Maxine tried the doorknob and found it unlocked like every other door in the house. She pulled it wide, revealing a rickety flight of steps going down to a lower level of the cabin. The steps went down a hallway, ending with a second door at the bottom of the flight. Maxine's breathing quickened, a feeling inside of her telling her that this contained what she had been looking for. She stepped slowly down the steps, closing the door behind her, each step creaking loudly. She shone the flashlight around her, illuminating blank walls. She reached the bottom and slowly opened the door, peering expectantly around the corner. She quickly found a light switch and flicked it on, revealing the contents of the room.

Flicking the switch turned on several yellow lights around the room, the brightest of which was a spotlight positioned above a chair in the middle of a wall on one side. As Maxine looked about, she knew she had found what she was looking for. She had stumbled into a BDSM dungeon.

Everywhere she looked there was something kinky. On one wall a large wodden X painted black stood with thick, coarse rope attached to each end. On another wall an assortment of whips, clamps, and other bondage devices were organized, hanging from hooks attached to a large panel, also painted black. A large metal cage sat in one corner, the light glinting off the steel bars. Maxine slowly walked further into the room, the door closing behind her, taking in what she was seeing. She had never seen anything kinky in her life an being immersed in it made her feel odd. She approached the chair, illuminated by the light. The closer she looked, she realized it wasn't a chair at all: it was a wooden rack that someone could be restrained to. There was a large board that ran across where someone's hands could be secured in a spread eagle position, and similar boards extending out at angles for one's legs. Maxine felt herself flustered looking around the room, not sure what to do. She felt she should leave, this was something she felt uncomfortable just looking at. She had always been very reserved in high school and throughout her college years, not dating anybody and suppressing many of her sexual urges. Maxine felt it was innappropriate for something like this to even exist, and she turned around to leave. And yet... Maxine felt strange when she looked around the room. She had never felt this feeling before, but she recognized it. The closest she had felt to this was when she had sat behind Colton Durke in her mathematics class for the entire semester. He had always worn a wifebeater and would hit the gym for at least an hour a day. She knew she was attracted to him at the time but never got up the urge to tell him about it. This was similar to how Maxine felt now.

Maxine slowly turned back around, looking at the chair-rack. She thought about what it would be like to be restrained in one of these and the feeling she felt grew. Extremely interested in the chair, she approached it slowly. She looked closer at the places arms would be restrained and saw that they were leather loops that had small metal clasps. Maxine sat down in the chair, putting her arms and legs in the spots they would go if she was fully restrained, discovering the feeling increasing even more. This made her do something rash, she slid one of her thin wrists into a loop and pulled it tight, listening to the metal clasp click as she did so. With one arm secured out at a 90 degree angle from her body, Maxine relaxed, tugging at the restraint, testing out how it felt. The 20-year-old suddenly laughed out loud to herself. "What is wrong with you, you don't belong here. I don't know why you felt the need to try that out but now that you have it's time to go" Maxine thought to herself. She stood up, her wrist still secured tightly to the board. She rotated her body about it to look at the clasp and... she didn't know how to undo the clasp.

Maxine frantically began scraping and picking at the clasp, trying to find what part loosened the mechanism. She was horrified to find a small keyhole on one side. "no no no no no, wheres the key!" Maxine thought frantically, casting her eyes about the room. She quickly found a ring with several dozen keys on it hanging from the panel with the other equipment on it. Maxine began tugging at the chair to drag it over to the panel to no avail. She looked at the ground and to her horror, saw the chair was bolted to the concrete floor.

Maxine spent the next several hours trying to get out of the cuff. She tried breaking the board off and tearing the cuff out, but neither one budged.

"Oh my god my life is over" Maxine thought miserably to herself at the prospect of being charged with breaking and entering. That was a felony, and Maxine knew that if she couldn't escape she could face a prison sentence. She tried everything she could, but the leather cuff held her fast, not loosening in the slightest.

 At around 2:30am, Maxine heard the front door open, followed by steps creaking about the floor. Maxine stood up from where she sat bound, her heart rate quickening. She listened to the steps above her, the sound of barely audible conversation making it through the floor. Maxine was surprised to hear the voices as she had never heard them before.

"You head on downstairs, I'll meet you in a moment" a somewhat deep, feminine voice resonated.

"Alrighty! You better not be late though!" a perkier voice sounded. Maxine thought this must be the shorter, happier woman. Maxine began to panic as she heard the sound of the door at the top of the stair open and the creaking of the steps as the woman made her way down the stairs. The door at the bottom flew open, revealing the younger woman. She was wearing a pair of brown leather boots, an auburn skirt and a white blouse with the top couple of buttons open, showing her cleavage. She seemed momentarily startled to see the petite, young woman with a frightened look on her face sitting next to the chair, her arm secured in one of the cuffs.

"Hey, Janette! You better come down here!" the woman called over her shoulder, placing a smile on her face. "I see you got yourself into a fair bit of trouble" she said mockingly, directed at Maxine.

"I know coming in was bad, but you have to understand it was an accident how this happened" Maxine began to explain, almost pleading with the woman.

"No no, you're fine. Don't worry, Janette will be down in a moment" the woman said, cutting her off. She still had an almost gleeful smile on her face, taking in Maxine's situation.

They heard the sound of the steps creaking as the other woman, who Maxine now knew was named Janette, made her way down to the basement. She rounded the corner and saw Maxine, quickly taking in the situation.

"Who is this?" Janette asked, her powerful voice projecting through the room.

"It looks like we have a little visitor!" the first woman squealed, seemingly excited.

"I'm sorry for breaking in, all this is just a big accident-" Maxine began again before being interrupted.

"I already told you, you're fine!" the first woman said amusedly. "We won't call the police or anything, this is actually perfect!"

"You mean, you... won't... call the police on me?" Maxine questioned, suddenly hopeful.

"Call the police? Of course not! Why would we go and do a silly thing like that?" she replied.

"Emma, why don't you keep our friend company while I go upstairs and... change" Janette said to the other woman, who Maxine now knew was named Emma.

"Yeah! Of course! Do you mind if I get her situated?"

"No, go ahead."

Emma squealed again and turned to face Maxine, who's arm was still locked to the chair. Janette went back upstairs, each step creaking on her way up. Emma approached Maxine slowly, talking to her the whole way.

"You know, we've noticed you every day when you walk home. We've always wondered why you wouldn't stop by and say hi!" Emma said, walking up to Maxine.

"Yeah, sorry I never did, I'm kind of an introvert. Would you mind... you know... undoing this lock so I can get out of here and stop bothering you guys?" Maxine asked, antsy to get out of the situation.

"I mean, I could... Janette usually runs the keys though. I don't know if she would let me touch them..." Emma trailed off, glancing at the keys on the wall. "Anywho, why don't you get comfortable? It usually takes Janette a hot minute to change, shes kinda particular about her looks."

Emma directed Maxine to sit back on the chair from the kneeling position next to it where she had been. Maxine, somewhat awkwardly, sat in the center, her arm stretched out at a ninety degree angle and her legs crossed over the leg board. Emma ran to the front of the chair and rested her chin on her hands, propping her elbows on the leg boards near Maxine's feet.

"So, why did you come here?" Emma asked, looking at the bottom of Maxine's feet, interested in what she saw.

"I mean, I don't know, I kind of just saw you guys weren't here and wanted to see why you guys always seemed wei- err, odd, to me. Are you sure you can't just unlock me so I can leave?" Maxine asked again, becoming a little anxious.

"No, I don't think Janette would like that..." Emma said, pondering a thought that had just entered her mind. Suddenly, Emma leaped forward, grabbing one of Maxine's legs and pinning it out to one of the leg boards.

"Hey what are you doing!" Maxine cried, trying to pull her leg back. Emma worked quickly, pulling a similar strap to the one restraining her wrist over Maxine's ankle and pulling it tight, the lock clicking. Once one leg was secured, Emma descended upon the other leg, securing it likewise. Maxine tried to pull her legs and get off the chair but having one leg and an arm secured kept her escaping. Emma succeeded in restraining both of Maxine's legs to the leg boards, spreading her legs out in an embarrassing spread-eagle position.

"Hey, undo these! I need to get home! I'm sorry, just let me go home!" Maxine cried, pulling at her arm and leg restraints, using her free arm to pull at the other arm's restraint.

"Oh no, I don't think I could do that. Janette might get angry" Emma said, walking behind the chair to obscure herself from Maxine's view.

"Hey! Where are you goi- HEY!" Emma had grabbed Maxine's free arm and pulled it tight against other arm board, quickly securing it in place. She did it quick, almost like she knew exactly how the restraints worked from experience.

Maxine was now freaked out. She didn't know who these people were or why she was being restrained in their basement, but she knew it wasn't good. Maxine took a shaky breath in. "Alright. Please, just, let me go" Maxine said, her voice shaking.

At that moment, the creaking sound of the stairs wafted from behind her. Maxine twisted her head around to reveal Janette returning to basement. She had changed into the black latex suit Maxine had found in her closet. She had shiny black stilettos on and latex gloves. She had reapplied her black lipstick and was eyeing Maxine where she was now restrained tightly.

"I see you made our guest comfortable" Janette said with a smile, adjusting her glove.

"Yeah, you like it?" Emma asked expectantly from where she was standing near the panel on the wall with the bondage equipment hanging from it.

"Why don't you finish the treatment?" Janette asked, smiling mischeviously at Maxine.

"Hey, what does that me-MMMPH" Maxine was muffled by an object entering her mouth. She twisted her head, trying to dislodge the large red ball that had seemingly appeared in her mouth. Emma, standing behind her, expertly secured the gag behind Maxine's head, a strap wrapping directly around her face and one that traveled over Maxine's head. An upside-down V of leather straps went from either side of the red ball up to the top of her nose where they joined to become a single strap that traveled up over her head, pulling the ball deeply into her mouth.

"MMMMMMMPPPHH! WHHMMP RRRMMPH YYYY MMMPIINNNG" Maxine yelled into the gag, pulling at each of her arm restraints and twisting her head, attempting to dislodge the large red ball. Spit began to build up in her mouth, the ball holding her jaw wide enough that she couldn't swallow it.

Janette approached Maxine from the front, resting her hands on Maxine's shoulders. Maxine stopped struggling and looked into her cold, calculating eyes. Janette thought for a few seconds, then stood back up and made her way behind Maxine.

No, this can't be happening to me!" Maxine thought to herself. She pulled at her restraints again to no avail.

"I wonder, are you ticklish at all?" Maxine heard Janette say behind her, accompanied by a sharp jab in her ribs. Maxine flinched to the side, crying out into her gag.

"Oh, so you are ticklish..." Janette said, trailing off with a smirk on her face. She and Emma made eye contact, silently planning what they were going to do next.

"MM! MMMMMMMPPH!" Maxine yelled into the gag, drool beginning to leak out of the gag. She watched Emma walk around to in front of Maxine, eyeing her feet.

"Ohhh, I bet your feet will be beautiful..." Emma leaned down and quickly pulled Maxine's flats off her feet, followed by her thin socks. Maxine twisted her feet, shouting into her gag, trying to get her to stop. Once Emma had succeeded in removing both shoes and socks, she leaned down, affectionately stroking the soles of Maxine's feet. Maxine thrashed in her restraints, jerking as her ticklish feet were stroked.

"Oh my, you are VERY ticklish aren't you!" Emma giggled to herself. At this, Emma descended upon Maxine's feet, tickling them aggressively. Maxine's pristine soles were now the subject of some of the best tickle torture Emma had ever administered. Maxine jerked and thrashed, laughing and crying out into her gag, unable to pull her foot free from Emma's wrath. While Emma tickled her, Janette came behind her and reached around the chair, attaching yet another strap around Maxine's mid-section, preventing her from twisting her body to the side. Janette tossed a hari brush to Emma, then began to poke and play with Maxine's ribs, causing her to squeal into the gag. Maxine was completely at the mercy of these two woman who seemed to be experts in what they were doing. The leather straps and cuffs held her entirely restrained.

After several minutes of continuous torture to both her feet, her ribs, sides and armpits, the woman relaxed their onslaught. Janette gently massaged Maxine's breasts.

"Oh my, you have some lovely breasts my dear" she whispered into Maxine's ear. "Perky, firm, just the way we like them".

Emma breathed heavily through her nose, drool having run down her chin and dripping onto her chest. Emma wiped her face off with a towel she had procured from somewhere, Maxine hadn't seen where. She moaned softly into her gag, her straight brown hair tousseled about her head.

"Well, she looks about ready for round two, don't you think?" Emma suddenly said playfully, poking Maxine in the side again. At this, Maxine sat up and began pleading with them through her gag.

"Mmmmmm, mmppjhh MMPPHH!"

"Oh, you are sooooo funny!" Emma giggled again, walking over to the wall with the equipment on the panel. She returned shortly after with a long, white stick. She placed herself in front of Maxine and attached it to a ring built into the rack that Maxine hadn't noticed before. She positioned the stick in between Maxine's legs so one end was close to her crotch, exposed by her legs being spread out. She procured a large wand and attached it to the end of the rod, resting one end on top of Maxine's crotch. Maxine cried out into her gag again, pleading with them to stop and just let her go.

"Oh no, we aren't done with you yet!" Emma said enthusiastically, turning the wand on.

Maxine suddenly felt powerful vibrations rip their way through her body. She pulled away from the wand, her leg restraints holding her in place. She tried twisting away, but no matter what she did the wand continued to buzz on her crotch. She could feel herself being stimulated, knowing what was coming but trying her hardest to prevent it.

"Alright, we're good to go!" Emma said to Janette. Janette nodded her head and leaned down next to Maxine, who was breathing hard, focused on preventing herself from having an orgasm. Emma descended upon her feet again with the hairbrush, making Maxine squeal and try to pull away, losing her concentration. Janette resumed her tickling attack also, plunging Maxine into another state of bondage struggles.

Maxine felt herself getting closer to a climax. Her feet were being ruthlessly scrubbed by Emma with the brush, her ribs and armpits were being tickled by Janette, and the vibrator was cascading stimulation through her body. Maxine fought, trying her hardest to hold it in. Inevitably, she was unable to prevent herself.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm...." Maxine groaned into her gag, waves of pleasure overcoming her. At this, Janette and Emma stopped their ruthless tickling and smiled at one another.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Emma asked playfully, brushing Maxine's feet as she stood back up.

Maxine hung from her arm restraints, breathing heavily. She groaned into her gag, her body exhausted from her struggles. She looked up at her captors with pain in her eyes, silently pleading with them to let her go.

"They had their fun, now just please, let me go!" Maxine thought to herself, the strong smell of leather wafting up her nose with every deep breath she took in.

"You know, I kind of like this girl!" Emma said to Janette, watching Maxine as she hung from her restraints. "I bet we could have a ton of fun with her!"

"You know what, I think you're right. We should hold onto her." Janette replied.

Maxine sat up and whipped her head around to the two women. "What? They can't keep me here forever!" she thought to herself and began yelling into her gag again. Her body was exhausted from her struggles and her jaw hurt from the angle it had been stretched out to from the gag, but she renewed her struggles, begging with the women to let her go.

"Oh, no my friend. You are going to be here for a longggggg time" Emma whispered into Maxine's ear after kneeling down next to her. Janette came from behind Maxine an suddenly pulled a large, heavy object over Maxine's head. She struggled weakly, yelling into her gag. Janette expertly secured the heavy leather hood over Maxine's head, pulling the attached collar tight around her neck. Maxine snorted through the small slits in the hood for her nose and twisted her head about, the hood pushing the gag further into her mouth. The smell of oiled leather overpowered her as she was blinded, unable to see where the women were. She suddenly felt a renewed attack of her feet and she let out a muffled cry, involuntarily pulling at her restraints again. Emma's words echoed through her mind, "you will be here for a longggggg time...". Maxine struggled and fought against her restraints but knew she wasn't going to be able to escape. No matter how long she tried, whatever tortures she was subjected to, she would never be able to escape from that basement.