Carmen was confused. Prosper used to be punctual. That delay was unexpected. She was in her kitchen taking a glass of wine and thinking about what could have  gone wrong. She could find another buyer in case he had changed her mind, but probably she would lose money and time. He said one week. It was acceptable. She felt a couple of fingers caressing the back of her knee and moving up.

-Do you have the money, slut?- He said trying to sound authoritarian and rude, and actually succeeding.

-Not yet, master.- Any normal person would be tense, worried and even scared in Lucia's Church because of all the dangerous motherfuckers that used to wander around there. Carmen, though, was feeling a very different kind of sensations. Tension and fear triggered some very powerful reactions in the lower half of her body. She needed some release right then and José was well aware.

-I'm disappointed, slut.- He wasn't actually disappointed. He lifted her scant skirt and grabbed roughly her buttocks. He used his feet to push on hers leaving her legs well open.- You're useless.

-I'm sorry, master.- She was quite horny and a bit angry at prosper, but very little sorry. He played with her clit with his index finger and her g-spot with his thumb. She tried to suppress her moans, as, for some reason, she didn't want to show how needy she already was. He squated and kissed her several times in her legs starting at her calves and ending at her lower back, with his fingers always rubbing her most sensitive spots. She sat on the countertop with her legs wide open.- Please, master, no more teasing.

-Okay..., I can do that...- He lowered his trousers. His manhood was already trying to reach the clouds.



A while later the intensity had turned into bliss. She was lying down on his bed. He was caressing her thigh and kissing her abdomen and breasts.

-So this is a begonia.

-Yep. Do you like it?

-I like everything you wear.

-Oooh...- She blushed and smiled.- You are so in love. It's pathetic.- She joked.

-Yes? A few minutes ago I was your master and now I'm pathetic.

-And I love both.

-Love?

-I love you as much as I can. It might not be enough for you but it's a lot for me. Don't you ever doubt that.

-Am I complaining?- He blushed and smiled.



The previous week she had noted that a short skirt, lack of underwear and a motorbike are a very uncomfortable combination. So for that last appointment she preferred some tight leather trousers, less vulnerable to the wind and equally sensual, in her opinion, at least. Prosper had proposed a small empty apartment in the suburbs, property of one of his friends. Carmen agreed. The Eye was very valuable, some privacy would be convenient.

When she arrived, Prosper was in front of the portal, waiting for her. He signaled her to park. Prosper's car was next to the building. In the same street there was a black van and a limo.

-The money is upstairs. Have you brought it?- He said.

-Yeah. Here it is.- She tapped her leather jacket's inside pocket.- Are you sure the area is empty? The are a couple more cars.

-Yes. It may be some kind of private party around here. I don't know. Are you coming?

The apartment was furnished but no one seemed to live there. There wasn't any book on the shelves, dirty dishes, a TV, or almost any other typical sign of human presence. She was starting to feel uncomfortable but decided to go on with the business. She put the diamond on a table, out of Prosper's reach, in case she wanted to get out quickly.

-So, the money?- She asked.

-I'm...- He seemed even more uncomfortable than her.- This is not personal...

-What...?

-I had to choose...- He was trying to apologize.

She grabbed the diamond and walked towards the door, always keeping him in sight. She opened the door but froze when she saw in the corridor four muscular men blocking her path. She got in the apartment once more and went to the living room, but Prosper wasn't alone anymore. Five more men were all around the room, one of them with a stun gun pointing at her.

-So you are the thief.- Said the man with the gun.- That diamond in your pocket is mine.

Leopold Bizet, art collector, businessman, criminal and family man. Respected by some, feared by many. Previous and, apparently, future owner of The eye of the storm. If Bizet had threatened Prosper, then he had chosen the most logical option. Carmen could be angry at Prosper but totally understood his decision.

-Let me guess, you don't want only the Eye, you also want to teach me a lesson.- She said, faking a smile, trying to dissimulate her nervousness. She new she couldn't fight against nine men. Two or three maybe, but nine were too many.

-Clever girl.- Bizet shot Carmen with the stun gun. The shocks made her fall. She tried to get up but he kept pushing the trigger and sending powerful shocks that prevented her from fighting back. One of his thugs injected her with a syringe and she lost conciousness.



José was still doing his calculations for the next month. He worked in a shelter for homeless people. Most of the money came from public subsidies but they also accepted donations. Among the habitual donors there was a sexy thief who couldn't accept “no” as an answer. Carmen had promised a big one this month, so he had more than one reason to want this business with that Prosper guy working well.

He wanted to finish work for the day so he though of calling Carmen, but he remembered that she never took her cellphone when she was disguised as this Hummingbird character. In the cellphone there were the numbers of all her friends and family and she didn't want to put them in danger, in case someone stole it. She was on her own as she wanted. She was just an hour late, nothing to worry about. Yet.



When Carmen woke up she was in a stern basement, with just an old light bulb, a rusty metal door, a few eyebolts on the floor and ceiling, an old carpet on the floor and the shabby chair where she was sitting. Her wrists and ankles where tied to the chair with cinches. She was naked. A strange stinging kept molesting the back of her neck. In other circumstances she would try to break the cinches or the chair, but the drug was still there weakening her.

The door opened and Bizet came in with two of his thugs. One of them was pushing a big, metal, heavy looking, wheeled chest of drawers of sorts. On top of it there were a computer screen and a keyboard. He left the chest of drawers nest to the carpet. Another thug moved the carpet. Below there was a double metal door, closed with a big padlock, which he opened with a key. With the doors open Carmen could see a square hole around two meters long and one meter wide. She couldn't see the bottom.

-So, here we are.- Bizet said without losing his smile.- I'm going to explain your situation. You are not a person. You are a trophy, and a toy. I can do whatever I want with you. No one will ever find you. Understood? Let's begin...- He said without waiting for an answer, thus reinforcing his words.

Two more thugs came in the basement carrying a bunch of chains and a bunch of clothes. Each of the chains had a cuff on one end. The four thugs closed the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then they cut off the cinches with scissors. Each of them pulled on a chain after threading them through eyebolts in the floor and ceiling and made her stand spread eagled. Bizet took a ring gag from the bunch of clothes her thug had brought.

-Choose carefully the last words of your life.- Bizet said. Carmen stared at his eyes.- Nothing?- Carmen kept staring. He got the idea and shoved the gag in her mouth. She didn't need words to make others lose their nerves.- Fuck you, bitch.

While Bizet added a blindfold, earplugs and a penis gag, his tugs unchained Carmen's limbs one at a time and dressed her in a tight nylon catsuit with a zipper on the back that covered all her body, including her head. The mask had only two holes for the nose. Over the nylon catsuit they added another one in rubber with the same features. Both catsuits had slits on her ass and vagina.

On her hands they put a pair of leather gloves with metal pieces on the inside that prevented any movement of her fingers. On her head they put a tight leather hood whose only purpose was to increase the pressure on her face and neck. Again two holes for her nose. On her neck, wrists and ankles they put wide, thick leather cuffs that also prevented any movement. The collar had a few small holes that matched another set of holes on the hood.

In addition to the physical weakness, consequence of the drugs used a few hours ago, and the anger and fear, consequence of the absurdly precarious situation in which she had got involved, she was feeling another confusing set of sensations. Those sensations were quite similar to those she used to feel when she was with José, playing their sexual games. Those games were fun and stimulating, mostly based on a couple of films she had watched, but Bizet's basement was exactly the opposite.

-I'm guessing that I have in my head some serious shit to deal with. But not now. For now let's focus on how am I going to get out of here.

While she was lost in her thoughts Bizet's thugs had started to cinch a tight leather corset that quickly passed from uncomfortably tight to painfuly tight. She had been trying to control her breathing as she didn't want to show her nervousness, but the corset made it impossible. He, however, was busy fastening a tight leather chastity belt with two uninvited guests that filled the room with their presence. Carmen's fear had already turned into panic. That wasn't just torture, she realized. There was something else. Even if she couldn't see Bizet's face she new he was having a lot fun with that display of fetishism. She was feeling like a toy, indeed.

In case the outfit wasn't already too hot, literally hot, they added even more elements. A leather straight jacket held her arms crossed over her abdomen, below her breasts. A bunch of straps at her back closed the jacket, while another bunch of straps held her forearms stuck to her tummy and to each other and her upper arms to her sides. Also there was this last strap between her legs pressing at the chastity belt. Her legs received a similar treatment. Some leather trousers with several straps joining her two legs. The chains were no longer necessary, though she needed some help to hold her balance.

One of the thugs opened a pair of drawers of the chest and produced a pair of chains ending in a carabiner each. He threaded them through a pair of eyebolts on the ceiling just over the hole. Then he got into the hole and clipped the carabiners to two eyebolts on top of a thick wooden coffin's lid. Another thug tapped the code word with the keyboard and a engine inside the chest made the coffin rise.

In the meantime the other three men made Carmen get inside a bag made of a sturdy cloth closed with a zipper in front. The bag had also a couple small holes near Carmen's neck and some more on her face, plus a couple more next to her crotch. This last layer of the onion was also secured with a bunch of leather straps all along her body.

Opening another set of drawers, one of the thugs produced a pair of thin tubes ended in needles and threaded them through a hole on one of the metal gates on the floor and through aother hole on the coffin's lid. The other three thugs put Carmen inside the coffin and secured her with yet another set of straps. The two tubes were threaded through the several layers of cloth and pierced Carmen on her neck. A pair of wires on the bottom of the coffin were connected to the two dildoes.

The thugs closed the lid and locked the hasp with a strong padlock. Bizet had the only key. Then they connected the bottom half of the coffin to the false chest of drawers with a thick cable that passed also through the hole on the iron gate. The ensemble was almost finished. Once the coffin was in the bottom of the big hole on the floor, they took off the chains and closed the metal gates with another padlock whose only key was also in Bizet's hands. The last touch was to activate the control program.

The inner walls of the coffin started to inflate with air until Carmen was unable to move. A pair of speakers next to her head emitted a white noise strong enough to be heard despite the earplugs. The two dildoes woke up and applied a soft but constant vibration. One of the tube served to feed her with enough nutrients to keep her alive and healthy but, at the same time, weak and needy. The other tube inyected a small amount of an aphrodisiac drug to keep her thoughts focused on her crotch.

-Ok, I've read about this. Is very common during some barely legal interrogatories. The purpose is to make me lower my mental defenses so I will be more receptive and docile and will answer any question. They're going to keep me awake and distracted and... Ow... Ow... Ah...- The dildo in her vagina noticeably increased its speed for a few seconds.- Motherfuckers! I won't let them control me... I... The dildo changed its speed again.- Shit! This is going to be difficult...

From time to time a powerful shock hit her in her most sensitive flesh. She tried to calculate the frequency so she could be prepared for the next one, but apparently there wasn't any predictable behavior. A few times the dildo accelerated and stopped just before she could reach an orgasm. A couple of them followed by a strong shock. Such precision made her think she was being somehow monitored, which proved that they wanted her barely alive and very uncomfortable. A couple of tears, frustration mixed with anger and helplessness, sprouted from her eyes.

-Ok, relax. Ow... Ow... Not again! Relax... You can do this. Did he say the rest of my life? They can't do that... Can they?