Claire was bored. At 18 years old, long blonde hair and a willowy figure, she was used to being the center of attention, whether it was at school or parties or simply walking about. But instead of partying it up on spring break, she was stuck at her aunt and uncle’s mansion for the weekend house sitting while they were away doing something. They didn’t really tell her what, but as payment Aunt Paige had taken her shopping the day before and Claire was now admiring the gorgeous brown thigh high leather boots she’d gotten. On Aunt Paige’s dime too. She’d also bought a few other things but right now she was in love with the way the boots looked on her long legs.
The only other clothes she wore were panties and an oversized tshirt as she lounged on the couch. She’d spent the last hour and a half on her phone and as big as the house was, there really wasn’t a whole lot to do. Her aunt and uncle had their hobbies but it was for them and she had no interest in golf or tennis or whatever the rich folks did. Instead, her mind wandered to the door to the basement that had piqued her curiosity. Both her aunt and uncle had said it was forbidden to go into the basement. Something was down there that they didn’t want anyone knowing, and since Claire had a tendency to poke her nose where it didn’t belong, she found her mind wandering to it constantly. She knew the passcode from sneaking glances when her aunt and uncle thought she wasn’t looking, but she had resisted the urge to investigate the basement. Until now.
“Fuck it.” She said to herself. “Let’s go find out.”
Rolling off of the couch, she got back on her feet, wobbling slightly in the two and a half inch heels before making her way through the kitchen to the basement door. 27194. The lock beeped and opened up, revealing a dark staircase beyond. For a moment, Claire felt a chill flow through her body and she couldn’t bring herself to take the first step down the stairs. What’s wrong with you? She scolded herself.
She descended the stairs and upon reaching the bottom, was a bit confused as to why this was forbidden. It looked like any other basement that she had seen before. Couches, a projector with a screen against one wall. Then looking at the other side she noticed some furniture that was normally pretty out of place in a basement. Her limited knowledge of kinky things told her that the large X was something usually seen in a dominatrix dungeon, along with a padded bench that seemed to be on top of some cage. She definitely didn’t peg her aunt and uncle as the kinky type, but she also didn’t know a ton of things about what they did and private life would have stayed private. Then she noticed a steel door that was locked from the outside with a padlock. There were keys hanging on a hook beside it and it didn’t take long for Claire to slide them into the padlock and remove the lock.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door and immediately was greeted by multiple mmmphs. In front of her was a medium sized room absolutely filled with gear of leather and latex, rope, rolls of tape on shelves, and numerous other things that Claire did not recognize but the sight sent shivers down her spine. The room seemed cold, lots of metal and black rubber flooring. It felt unfriendly. Then she realized there was a door to the side which was the source of female voices she had heard when she opened the room. Cautiously approaching the open doorway, the room was completely dark and she searched the wall for a light switch. Finally locating one, she flipped it on and turned, her hands immediately flying to her mouth in shock as she took in what was in the room.
The room was filled with a dozen cages against the left, back, and right walls. About a third of the cages were currently occupied and they did not contain dogs or cats, instead they contained naked women. Her eyes swept over them, still not believing her eyes as she took in the sight of the girls, who couldn’t be older than mid twenties. Each one had leather cuffs buckled around her wrist and ankles, with the ankles cuffed together and wrists chained together behind their backs. Black rubber ballgags filled their mouths and leather blindfolds cut off their sight. The final part of their bondage was a tall collar locked around each of their throats, which was chained to the floor of the cage to force each girl into a small ball inside the confines of the cage. Then her eyes reached the last cage and her heart leapt into her throat as she recognized Anika, her fellow senior from school.
The Indian girl had disappeared the week before spring break, no one knew where she had gone but she vanished one day after school and the search was still on. And now Claire was staring right at her missing classmate, bound and gagged and naked inside of a cage showing her smooth skin and athletic body, giving occasional whimpers behind her gag. “Oh my god.” She whispered as she crossed the room and knelt in front of the cage.
As she got closer under the harsh white light she could see how deeply the straps of the ballgag cut into her cheeks, the sweat on her skin from struggling against her bondage and even if she got free, there was no way she was getting out of the locked cage. The other girls in the room also squirmed and mewled behind their gags, seemingly aware that someone was now in the room with them. It was obvious to Claire that these girls were not here willingly, from how frightened they sounded and the whimpers from behind the gags, these girls were prisoners. And the fact that they were in this basement meant that they had been kidnapped…by her aunt and uncle.
“I was curious when you might finally give in.” A voice came from behind her.
Claire whirled around, her heart pounding as she saw her Aunt Paige standing in the doorway with Uncle Robert behind her. Claire’s eyes were immediately drawn to Aunt Paige, who was now dressed in dominatrix fetish gear consisting of thigh high boots with an impressive heel, a leather minidress, corset that squeezed her midsection, and long opera length gloves. In those gloved hands she carried a pair of leather cuffs in one hand, and a whip in the other. Uncle Robert behind her was now dressed in all black, his shirt, pants, and boots, making him look quite imposing in the doorway.
Claire froze in place, not sure what to say as she heard Anika cry out into her gag behind her. “Bet you were curious as to how we got so rich.” Aunt Paige said as she walked towards Claire, her heels clicking with each step. “Well, now you know. We kidnap hot little girls and sell them off as sex slaves. Each girl nets us more than your own parent’s income in a year.”
Aunt Paige knelt down in front of a trembling Claire and placed the cuffs on the ground before lifting up Claire’s chin with a gloved hand. “Now Claire. The question that I’m curious about is this: will you be a slaver?” She held up the whip. “Or a slave?” She held up the cuffs.
“Now that your curiosity got the better of you, you will either join us, or join your classmate inside the cage.” She said with a smirk before standing up. “Which will it be?”