She didn’t want to admit it, but Merula was lost. Roaming the main floor of the Portal Club, she really wished there was a floor map, or even signs that would point her towards the portal that would take her to the VIP area. Famous for its teleportation portals that would transport partygoers to Portal Club buildings across the city, the club was extremely popular, difficult to get into, and known for making nights absolutely legendary in their themed rooms.
Unfortunately for Merula, while she had been here before with girlfriends for a night of fun, she was here for a different purpose this time. Now she was here as a police investigator, looking into reports about disappearances at the club. She was dressed in high heeled red over the knee boots, black leather skirt, red corset top and a black leather bolero jacket, blending in with the other clubbers in leather and latex rubbing against each other. Trying to maneuver her way through the crowd, Merula was more than once bumped into, some men copping an “accidental” feel of her butt through her skirt and she responded with as scary of a death glare as she could manage, but most of them just grinned and vanished into the crowd.
She was getting frustrated. Asking around had yielded no results and she most definitely would not have the time to attempt every portal in the building to determine where she might find the VIP zone. From her initial rounds, there seemed to be more than one entrance. Three to be exact, so she had to determine which one was the exclusive VIP level she was looking for that would house the special guests of the club, as well as possibly the back hallways of the club that could lead her to some of the secrets. She watched a giggling quartet of girls in some very shiny boots enter one of the VIP portals and began wondering how she would be able to get in.
Deciding to take a more direct route, she spotted a burly bouncer guarding a regular doorway instead of a portal and approached him. “Hey there, sorry I’m a little lost, do you know how I may be able to get to the VIP area? All of these portals are just sooooo confusing.”
She laid it on thick, acting slightly drunk and the man seemed to buy it. It unnerved her a little with how his eyes went up and down her body, checking her out, but she ignored it when he nodded. “Sure.” He said in a low voice. “I can show you, I think you meet the criteria.”
Merula was rather pleased with how smooth it was going. “Why thank you so much.” She said as he radioed to another bouncer to take over his spot before escorting her towards one of the VIP lines. With the escort, Merula walked right past the line to the envy of many clubbers, up to the front. “Special VIP entry.” Her escort grunted to the bouncer who was stationed at the portal.
Nodding, he punched something into the panel and the portal changed colours slightly to a darker blue tinge. “This’ll take you up to the VIP lounge area.” Her escort said. “Enjoy.”
Smiling, Merula thanked them both before stepping up to the portal. Taking a deep breath, she entered the portal, feeling the familiar tugging in her gut as she was swept away. Energy swirled all around her until she was finally deposited on the ground, stumbling slightly in her high heels as she landed. Holding out one hand to steady herself, she closed it around a circular metal bar before her vision came back into focus. Surprised, she looked at what her hand was closed around then realized that she was surrounded on all sides by metal bars. A cage! “Hey! What is the meaning of this!” She shouted as she yanked on the bars in front of her.
After a second, electricity coursed through her body, causing her muscles to feel like they were on fire before she collapsed onto her knees on the ground. Struggling to return to her feet, Merula groaned as her body recovered from the electric shock. “I demand to be free—AUUUGH.”
More electricity coursed through her body and she collapsed once again. Wanting to avoid doing anything rash, she looked through the bars at her surroundings. It was a large room full of cages like hers. Several were occupied with girls, a couple of the larger ones contained multiple girls. She spotted the group of four that had been going through the portal before her all huddled together in the center of one of the cages. None of the girls made a sound, clearly they’d found out about the electricity as much as she had. Inspecting her cage proved futile, as there was nothing it seemed that would help her escape. Dispirited, she sat down on the floor of the cage and waited.
Hours passed. Merula wondered at what point would the club close, and when that happened what would happen to her and all the other girls held prisoner. A dozen more girls joined them over that time span, portalling into the cages and to their surprise, it was not the VIP lounge. Many reacted like Merula, screaming, resisting, and then the shocks cowed them and many ended up sobbing in the center of their cages. Merula tried to offer comforting looks but it was hard to do so given the situation.
Then the doors banged open and bouncers swarmed into the room. They went cage to cage, opening them up and forcing the girls into submission. Energy cuffs were locked around their wrists and elbows, with their ankles cuffed but with a longer band between the cuffs to allow girls to walk in short, awkward steps. Ballgags with energy straps were brought up, the bands wrapping around the girls heads and locking the gag in place between their teeth before collars were added and leashed together. Soon long lines of girls were dragged out of the room. Then the men arrived at Merula’s cage. “Turn around with your hands behind your back.” They ordered.
Merula gave them the finger. “Go to hell!” She shouted before she was shocked again, falling to her knees.
“Yes you will do.” The man said grinning as the shocks continued without stopping, causing her to curl up in a ball on the ground.
They opened the cell door as the shocks stopped but Merula was unable to recover before the men were upon her, wrenching her arms behind her back to be cuffed. She grunted as the ballgag was forced between her teeth and the energy emitters linked together to form a solid energy band around her head. Her booted ankles were cuffed, making it even more difficult to walk and then she was collared and leashed. “Off we go inspector.” The man laughed. “You wanted to find out about our operations? Well you’re about to get a firsthand look…”