“Have you heard from Alexis recently?”
Rita looked up from her computer as Aurora entered the office. The ice queen dominatrix of their dungeon definitely looked the part tonight. A tall woman with sharp features who dyed her hair a shocking white colour, she was dressed in a shiny white catsuit, unzipped far enough to reveal a fair amount of cleavage. Completing the image were a pair of thigh high white leather boots and long opera length white gloves. “No I haven’t, not recently in the last day or so.” She responded as she opened her phone to check her messages.
The last message they had gotten was that she was doing a couple of private events over the weekend. “She may be hung over or something after going out yesterday, why?”
“She didn’t check in this afternoon like she normally does.” Aurora’s voice held a hint of concern. “Was wondering if she had messaged any of the other girls instead of me.”
Rita shook her head. “Not me. I’m sure she’s fine and she’ll be back tomorrow. She wasn’t supposed to work today anyways, maybe that threw off her schedule.”
Aurora looked unconvinced but nodded. “Hope she hasn’t gotten into any trouble.”
Her counterpart shrugged. “It’s fine. Everyone else is here, we have enough on site to deal with the girls arriving tonight. Why don’t you go play with the girls downstairs, get your mind off of things.”
Aurora gave a slight smile to her friend. “Alright, don’t take too much time with your plaything later tonight. Just want to get them all secure before we close.”
Rita gave a laugh and waved her concern away. “Just go, I’ve got this handled.”
Aurora knew that Rita often got carried away playing games with some of her victims, but sighed internally. “Alright, I’ll see you later.”
Aurora vanished back through the door of the office and Rita let out the breath that she didn’t even know she had been holding in. The slim Chinese woman stood up and walked past one of the mirrors in the room, stopping to take a moment to admire herself. Her shoulder length hair was dyed white-silver in an ombre fade, framing her sharp features. She wore a black and red qipao that came down to midthighs, with stockings, opera length leather gloves, and black knee high boots with a spike heel to complete her outfit. She looked dominant and confident, which was more than what her mind currently thought as she too was worried about Alexis.
Rita shook her head. She couldn’t afford to let doubt creep in. Alexis would report tomorrow as expected, and until then, she was expecting someone later tonight and she had to make preparations.
- - -
Down the hall, Aurora’s heels clicked as she walked through the deeper parts of the dungeon that they worked in.Reaching behind the decorative pillar, she entered the code combination of three buttons hidden on a panel on the back and the wall in front of her slid sideways to reveal stairs down to a second basement. Her heels clacked loudly as she descended the stairs, and as she turned the corner from the staircase she was met with a pair of muffled groans, which abruptly cut off as she stepped into view.
The second basement was a network of rooms for their side hustle: kidnapping and enslaving unsuspecting victims. Fitting for a modern dungeon, there were several rooms for preparation, photos, as well as a large area for storing their victims. The storage was mostly empty right now, their most recent capture of several men and a couple women had been shipped out last week, but there were two girls currently in their dungeon and not by choice. Aurora’s eyes were drawn to the first squirming girl against the left wall. Teresa was an unusually tall Chinese girl with a fair amount of family money that allowed her to live her life as she wanted overseas away from her parents, and experiment in the things in life. This had led to her experimentations in bondage, having learned about things online and wanted to get an experience in getting tied up and dominated. Aurora had a lot of fun with her. She was cute and innocent, so very naive. And unfortunately for Teresa, a prime target for their operation.
Teresa was currently spread out in an X shape against the wall, held in place with leather cuffs padlocked around her wrists and ankles. She was dressed in a tight black knit long sleeve top with cutouts for her shoulders, leather leggings that made her legs look even longer, and calf high high heeled boots. In addition to the cuffs, a thick leather collar was also buckled snugly around her neck, chained to the wall as well to prevent her from moving her body further, as well as a large white ballgag with a chin strap buckled between her teeth.
She whimpered as Aurora walked over and stopped in front of her. “What a wonderful body.” She said as she bent down and began running hands up Teresa’s legs. “Keep yourself in shape well? Yoga? Pilates?”
“Mmmmmmph!” Teresa moaned as Aurora’s experienced hands wandered up her body, feeling her sides, the curves of her breasts, her nipples that were now hard and exposed by her tight top.
The dominatrix pinched the nippled through the top, causing Teresa to yelp before she picked up a vibrator from the table beside her and flipped it to maximum. “With pain, always comes pleasure.” She smiled before thrusting it into Teresa’s crotch.
The tall Asian girl’s lithe body arched out into the vibrator as it made contact and hummed away. “RRMMMMMMM!” She cried as she felt herself building up to a climax, only for Aurora to pull the vibrator away at the last second to deny the orgasm.
Teresa whimpered, having been denied orgasms constantly since her imprisonment and mewled around her ballgag for more. “Not yet sweetie.” Aurora said as she wiped away some drool leaking down her victim’s chin.
Aurora finished playing with her helpless toy before turning her attention to the dungeon’s second occupant. Willow was a lithe blonde, being a soccer player in her spare time kept her body in good shape, with muscles that strained helplessly against her bonds as Aurora walked over to her cage. The athletic girl was bound in a tight balltie with leather straps. Her arms were secured behind her back with leather straps at the wrists and elbows. More wrapped around her chest above and below her breasts, as well as around her legs at the ankles, knees, and thighs. Additional straps went around her knees and body, compressing her breasts against her knees in a compact shape that was further reinforced by the metal bars of the cage she was now secured in. A leather collar was padlocked around her neck to the floor of the cage, restricting her movement further and a large harness ballgag was strapped between her teeth, with Y shaped straps meeting at the bridge of her nose and padlocked behind her head to ensure the gag was going nowhere. A final humiliation were the pair of dildos sticking out of her butt and vagina, having been placed there as extra torments by the woman who had locked her up. The white clad dominatrix stopped in front of the prisoner and knelt down, reaching through the bars to grip her captive’s chin in a gloved hand. Willow tried to pull away but restrained as she was, she was going nowhere as her cheeks were squeezed in Aurora’s grip. The only remains of her clothing from her night out at the clubs on Saturday were the block heel brown knee boots that were currently pressed against her butt by leather straps. The rest had been stripped off of her when Serenity had brought the unsuspecting girl back to the dungeon after a night out drinking at clubs. Aurora wasn’t sure how Willow had been lured back to the dungeon, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered now was Willow was helpless, and soon to be sold off into slavery. But she didn’t know that just yet and Aurora was about to break the news to the poor girl. “So, you’re probably wondering what this is all about.” She asked her prisoner.
Wide eyes stared back at her through the bars of the cage. “Mmm mmm.” She drooled around the ballgag.
“Well, while we do have slaves that come here to this dungeon to be dominated as paying clientele, we also have another line of work. Kidnapping sexy boys and girls for slavery. You’re now going to become a sex slave, sold off to who knows where to rich people who might keep you as a plaything.”
Willow’s eyes slowly got larger as Aurora talked until she finally screamed in distress hearing that she might be kept as a plaything. “Who knows.” Aurora continued. “Maybe someone will keep you all zipped up into a body bag, strap a vibrator between your legs, and deny you orgasm for the rest of your life. Or maybe you’ll get bought by one of those pain brothels, where they’ll whip and torture you until you’re just a shell.”
While she was talking she started groping Willow’s firm breasts with her hands, enjoying the feeling as it caused the caged girl to squirm uncomfortably. “Hmm, a little too much movement don’t you think?”
How could you make this any more restrictive? Willow thought as Aurora stood to fetch something from one of the tables. She could barely twitch her hands with how she was strapped into a compact ball, but her question was answered as her tormentor returned and snapped a short chain from the top of her gag harness to the roof of the cage. It was a straining position, head forced up by the chain, but also the leash locking her collar to the floor. “Pfffttt mmmmm.” She moaned, drooling around her gag.
Picking up a remote from the table, Aurora smiled before pressing a button, causing the two plugs inside of Willow to spring to life, much to her discomfort. The vibrators were on a low setting, enough to get her aroused but nowhere near enough for her to orgasm and she let out a frustrated mewl. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Teresa here would be willing to lend a hand.”
The Asian girl, who had been watching the exchange silently as she had already known she was being sold off as a sex slave, jerked up suddenly. “I’ll be back later tonight, your tongue better be ready.” She said as she felt Teresa's small breasts. “You’ll be bringing Willow there to orgasm with your tongue if she behaves.”
Teresa looked almost nauseous at the idea, but what she thought didn’t matter anymore. “Who knows, maybe you’ll have some new friends by the time tonight is over.” She said with a laugh as she exited the room and shut down the lights.
- - -
Ellie checked her phone to confirm the building in front of her was the address that she had been instructed to come to before sliding it back into the pocket of her neon pink leather jacket and giving a frustrated sigh. For the umpteenth time that week since receiving the messages, she mentall kicked herself upside the head for her stupidity using online dating apps. She had been flirting with a guy for some time, sending him pictures and eventually sending him some bikini photos. That, against her better judgment, had led to her sending nudes for an exchange and then it had been revealed to her that it was never a guy the entire time, but a dominatrix that now held blackmail material over her.
With the threat of her friends and family receiving her nudes hanging over her head, Ellie now stood in front of the dark building dressed in her leather jacket, a white crop top, black leggings, and her patent leather stiletto heeled knee boots that her roommate loved to call her FMBs. No one knew she was here, and she preferred to keep it that way as she began descending the steps towards the tinted glass doors. Pushing through the door, she took a quick glance around to see a reception room much like a doctor’s office. Sparse, basic furniture, black and grey in colour. There was a receptionist as well, sitting behind a desk typing away on a computer. The nameplate beside her identified her as Amelia, who looked up as Ellie entered. “How may I help you?” She asked.
“My name is Ellie.” She said in a stiff tone. “I’m here to see Rina.”
“Ah yes.” The woman stood and walked out from behind the desk. “We’ve been expecting you. Please follow me.”
Ellie noted that the brunette was wearing a red blouse, tight leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and platform block heeled ankle boots. Fitting for a fetish dungeon she supposed as she followed the woman through the door to the right of the desk and down a narrow hallway. There were numerous other doors off of the hallway, but all were closed preventing Ellie from getting a glimpse of any of the things going on in this dungeon. Amelia opened a door to a room that was sparsely furnished, with screens at one end, and a table and a shelf at the other covered in what seemed to be bondage gear. “Please wait here, Rina will be with you shortly.”
The door was closed behind Ellie, allowing her to inspect the soundproofing on the walls. She intentionally avoided looking at the bondage gear in the back half of the room, knowing that it might be something that she found out about firsthand later tonight. She only waited a couple of minutes before the door opened up and a Chinese woman in a qipao, boots and gloves entered the room. She had sharp features, probably enhanced by her makeup and her eyes practically drank in the sight of Ellie as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. In her boots, which were probably near six inches, the two women were practically the same height. “You.” Ellie’s voice shook a little as she recognized the face that had appeared on the screen during the first call after she had sent the nudes. “You bitch.”
The woman barely reacted. Instead, she held up a remote and pressed a button, causing the screens at the end of the room to light up. Ellie turned and felt all of her rage drain out of her body. There were two screens, more like TVs. The one on the left displayed a collage of her nudes and bikini photos that she had sent during the text exchange. The one on the right showed an open email to her parents, sister, professors, and more with the photos primed and ready to send. “One button press, from me or any of my staff in this building, and everyone will see them.” The woman whispered in a silky voice in her ear.
Ellie flinched away. She could feel herself trembling, and she wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear anymore. The dominatrix stepped back. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Rita, however you will call me Mistress.”
Ellie simply stared. “Well Ellie?” Rita said, tapping a riding crop that had just suddenly appeared in her hand.
Ellie glanced back at the screens and caved. “Yes….mistress.”
“Good. You learn quickly. Jacket and top off.” Rita commanded. “Slowly, give the cameras something good to watch.”
“Cameras?” Ellie exclaimed, whirling around and spotting one of them up in the corner of the room.
Rita pressed a button on the remote and suddenly one of the screens behind Ellie showed a different camera view, this one from her side that caused her to look for it but couldn’t find it among the soundproofing on the wall. “We don’t have all night. Take it off.”
Ellie glanced at the crop in Rita’s hand and knew that she had no choice. Shrugging her way out of her leather jacket, she allowed it to slide off of her shoulders before slipping her hands underneath her crop top and pulling it over her head. As instructed, she hadn’t worn a bra to this meetup and her breasts bounced free, causing the blonde girl to blush red and cover herself with her arms. “We’ll have none of that.” Rita ordered. “Put your hands behind your back, palms together.”
The dominatrix had picked up something long and leathery while Ellie was pulling her top off, and while Ellie didn’t want to listen, the woman’s aura made her seem a foot taller than her. Also she had blackmail material on her. Ellie reluctantly turned around and presented her arms behind her, forced to stare at the image of her nudes and the email once again before Rita began pulling the sleeve up her arms. “Ow.” She muttered as the leather pressed her arms against each other and straps went up around her shoulders and between her exposed breasts.
Rita’s hands wandered a little as she drew the straps around her chest, letting the cold leather of her gloves trail across Ellie’s nipples for a moment before resuming her attention to the armbinder and began lacing it up. Ellie whimpered a little as her shoulders were yanked back and her breasts thrust out as the armbinder got tighter and tighter. “Ugh, that’s too tight.” Ellie complained as the laces were yanked tight and knotted off.”
That got her a crop to the thigh, causing her to jump. “I did not give you permission to speak slave.” Rita glared before walking to a nearby table and taking two more items off of it.
Ellie wanted to ask what they were but kept her mouth shut after the cropping she had received the last time she had spoken. The items were revealed to be a pair of leather ankle cuffs, with additional straps that went under the soles to lock her boots on her feet. The cuffs squeaked against the patent leather of her boots as they were pulled tight, and then a short length of chain was connected to each cuff to reduce her movement to a few inch shuffle. “Head up slave.”
Ellie could see the collar in Rita’s hand but given that she was already bound and hobbled, there was no going back and she was helpless to resist. She raised her head, allowing Rita to sweep aside her hair and buckle the collar around her neck before padlocking it and moving behind Ellie to fetch another bondage item. “Mistress?” Ellie asked hesitantly, bracing herself for more pain.
“Yes slave.”
“What are you going to do with me?” Ellie sounded nervous as she heard more buckles clanking behind her.
“All in due time slave.” Rita said in a sweet voice as she brought the penis harness panel gag in front of Ellie’s face and inserted the rubber dildo into her mouth.
The gag went in with barely any resistance, as Ellie had opened her mouth to talk and the insertion of the gag was timed perfectly. The rubber penis caused her to choke and it almost reached the back of her throat. Ellie retched, but was unable to do anything about it as she tried to get used to the new intrusion in her mouth. Rita swiftly did all of the buckles up to hold the panel against her face, including the straps that went up over the bridge of her nose and behind her head, and finished by snapping a tiny padlock shut to secure the gag in place.
Ellie made a distressed sound as she shook her head, hoping for any form of dislodgement but only tossed her hair around instead. Rita’s final act was to clip a leash to the front of Ellie’s collar and pull. “Come along slave, we have a lot happening tonight.” She said as she pulled Ellie towards the door.
Her prisoner stumbled as the chain between the ankle cuffs pulled taut, but after two or three test steps she got used to the distance she was allowed to cover in each step and awkwardly hobbled after her mistress. “Oh yes.” Rita licked her lips as Ellie followed her. “There will be plenty in store for you.”