Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 11 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Hobble and Strappado.

A spotlight switched on above me with a loud click, the noise and sudden brightness waking me up. The ground was hard and cold. Where was I? I couldn’t remember what happened last night. Maybe it still was night. Everything around the spotlight was dark.

I looked down wondering why I felt a chill and saw that I was wearing my most seductive lingerie. It was pink, lacy, plenty of frills and added veils, barely covering the naughtiest parts. I didn’t remember putting this on. I only ever wore it in the bedroom, for those few I was trying to make a truly lasting impression on.

“Hello Nina. I want to play a game.”

I startled at a very heavily distorted voice booming out of the darkness, coming from a speaker somewhere in the darkness above.

“You spent over a hundred nights offering up your body for the gratification of other men and women. Not out of affection, but to charm and manipulate them for your own gain. Your beautiful body has always been your weapon. Now you must wield it for only yourself. To save yourself.”

Another loud click. Most of the lower half of the room lit up. It was spacious, 100 feet across in both width and length, the walls just visible in the distance. It was empty apart from a few large boxes along the walls and one plain metallic door.

There was no way I was entertaining any of this. I went straight for the door. The handle was part of a panel with a small digital screen lit red. I pulled it down but the door remained firmly shut. Tapping the screen did nothing. The door was too flush with the wall and floor to peer through.

“Hello? Is there anyone out there? Can someone help me?”

I banged the door for a while, tried the handle and panels again, and yelled even louder. The door remained closed. The place remained quiet. I was alone and locked in.

With nothing else to do I paced around the perimeter of the room anxiously, trying to cover my half-naked body self-consciously despite being the only person there. There were no other doors, no windows, no reachable vents. Nothing else that could be a potential exit.

A large metallic box sat at the midpoint of each of the four walls. There were straight grooves along the surface suggesting separatable panels, but despite much prodding and pushing, none of them budged. They seemed to just be solid unopenable boxes.

Finally I wandered back towards the bright light in the centre. That’s when I saw something new in the spotlight: two hanging vertical wires, reaching down from the darkness to just below shoulder height. Each had a sort of circular leather belt attached to the end.

This all had to be some bizarre prank or hidden camera show or something, but my patience had worn thin and I really wanted out. Playing along with this gimmick seemed like the fastest way. I reassured myself that I could just sue the pants off whoever did this afterwards.

I cautiously pulled at one of the loops. No reaction. I tugged them, twisted them, stuck a hand through one, stuck an arm through one each, stuck both arms through both. It was only when I tried the permutation of sticking both arms behind me through both...

zzzip! “AHH!!”

The two circles shrank closed, forcing my arms tightly together at the wrists and elbows. The hanging wires rose slightly, going taut. This was not good at all. I felt exposed enough simply standing around in my underwear. This was whole other level of vulnerability, with my arms stuck behind me and my body held in a precarious position, forcing my breasts and ass to stick out.

“This is not okay!! Undo this right now!”

No answer. I tried to pull my arms back through. The belts were holding them far too tightly to slip out. I ran forward but didn’t get more than two steps before the wires holding my arms tugged up and kept me from going any farther. Leaning forward with my full weight to squeeze out didn't work; it just tightened the belts. Without outside help, I was stuck in this.

The speakers crackled again.

“Your infatuated paramours broke their backs pampering you and attending to your every desire. Now your own back must feel their burden. For every minute you stay in this room, the cables holding your arms will rise one inch. Don’t take too long.”

Another set of lights clicked on. The entire room was now fully lit. Looking upwards I saw the two cables stretching up to nearly the top. They fed into a single metal object that was connected to an intersecting network of rails which were attached to the ceiling.

I realised why I could only move a step or two before. I walked in the direction that the rail ‘maze’ allowed and sure enough, I could now move away from my starting spot. The connecting-device above moved with me, sliding along the rail maze.

“What kind of demented maniac came up with-”

chk-chk

“Wahh!”

My shoulders twitched as my wrists were tugged upwards. An inch didn’t sound like a lot but I could already feel a difference. The initial position was awkward but bearable, but if this was only one increment then it was going to get a lot worse fast. I needed to move!

shhhink

There was a sliding noise from behind me. I turned and saw that one metal box had changed: the lowest two-thirds of the front panel had retracted inwards, leaving an opening. I couldn’t see what was inside from where I stood.

The panel at the door handle was still red. It looked like I had no choice but to play along and investigate the newly opened box. If this really was a prank it was insanely elaborate.

I started walking then jerked forward as I was pulled short. Groaning, I peered up above me. I was going to have to pay closer attention to the maze for where I could and couldn’t walk. This was going to be frustrating.

I moved along a path of constant turns and backtracking that an outside observer would think the random walk of a madwoman. The quick starts and stops kept making my nightwear flap up and my breasts jiggle. I kept getting embarrassed and slowing down to prevent it.

Just as I finally I reached the box...

chk-chk

“Nngh...”

I didn’t want to have any more of those raises than I needed to. I hastened to examine the opened compartment. The inside contained what appeared to be two mannequin legs, with a few small dark glassy panels dotted around the feet and lower legs.

“Your first move of the date night: a game of ‘footsie’. The playful physical contact breaks the ice and shows just how available you are to be touched. The under-the-table naughtiness is a secret that only you two share. But you may as well be seducing a metal box for all you truly care. So prove that you can. Seduce this metal box.”

Whoever was doing this had me disturbingly well figured out. To know those intimate details, they had to be one of my jilted past lovers. I couldn’t even begin to guess who. Right now I could only keep going.

One of the small panels on the right mannequin leg in the box lit up yellow. I cautiously reached forward with my left leg, and tapped it with my bare foot. The panel lit green then went dark. Another panel on the right leg lit up yellow. I tapped that panel and another one lit in its place.

I continued playing the game. On some other day, not bound and threatened, this could even have been fun. Two panels lit up this time, one on each leg. I couldn’t reach both with one foot.

“How am I supposed to...”

chk-chk

“Argh!”

The front panel’s solid upper third made reaching inside with two legs awkward, but I had no choice. I moved forwards and shuffled both legs inside, my waist pushing into the metal above. I couldn’t see inside from this position but I could feel the plastic touch of the legs. I blindly moved my feet to where I remembered the panels to be.

A beep sounded and several things happened very quickly. The mannequin legs retracted. A whirring sound started up and I felt something smooth stretch against my knees and upper legs. At this bent angle I didn’t have time to shuffle my legs back out before the material made a full wrap around them. It continued winding around and around, pulling my legs tighter and tighter together.

Eventually it stopped and a panel inside at the back of the inside pushed forward. My combined legs were shoved out. The panel reached the front, and the box was once again a solid closed piece.

My legs had been wrapped thoroughly from just below my knees up to my waist by a tight, smooth, shiny black latex encasing. I couldn’t walk freely anymore! I could only hobble in small steps.

I wriggled and hopped on the spot trying my very best to get it to unwrap. It clung on undeterred. While my legs joining my arms in becoming bound was bothersome to say the least, it was the reduced movement that really worried me. Navigating the maze was going to be so much harder. Especially when...

chk-chk

“Noooo!”

My wrists lifted. I finally had to accept that this was definitely not a prank. I was in real trouble. If I wanted to escape in time, I was going to have to abandon all dignity and shuffle-step like crazy, no more holding back. I really needed this to be over.

shhhink

The box on the opposite side of the room opened up. It was so far from over.