People were getting confused, sure that their apartment block was haunted, somehow…

At night, when it went quiet, a woman could be heard faintly, sobbing…

The problem was, nobody could work out where the sound was coming from. Eventually, it was put down to a noise being caused by the heating being on. Problem was, the sound didn’t go away, but it did seem to be getting weaker…

Andy Baxter came to the block that morning to carry out some renovation work; one of the older sections was being completely refurbished. Trouble was, he couldn’t make sense of the drawings.

“There’s way too much gap between this doorway and the end of the corridor”, he mused. He knocked on the flat. The resident was very helpful; she said she’d been living there for years, but it was always like that. It was if the space had been left for another flat, then not used.

“It could be for the plant for the central heating”, she said, helpfully. I think there’s a door in the corridor behind me.”

Andy went round and looked. There was indeed a door; he got the keys from the flat supervisor and went in. It looked like the machinery space did indeed fill the area next to the flat he had just been in; it was well soundproofed, however, so hardly any noise was noticeable from outside.

That was when he first heard the quiet sobbing…

“Ah, that’s our resident ghost”, said the supervisor later. “We’ve put it down to machinery noises; people often hear it, but it’s never been traced definitively to anything. Funnily enough, it seems to be getting more noticeable near Christmas, for some reason.”

“I’ve never heard machinery sound like that”, Andy said. “I really thought I could hear a woman crying.”

“Yes, it’s eerie, isn’t it?”

Andy went back to what he was doing; he made notes on the plans to take what he had seen into account. He then looked again at them. The area he’d marked out was definitely big enough to fit another flat in; why hadn’t it been built? Surely all that machinery didn’t go back that far? The heating plant, if it really was that size, would have been enough for a block three times the size of the existing one, at least.

He phoned his supervisor to check.

“Stan, I’ve got a weird one here. There’s a large space on the second floor of Westerly Court that I can’t account for. Have you got the original construction plans, not these updated ones, and can you email them to me?”

“We’ve got them, but they’re only in paper”, his boss said. “You’ll have to come over and check them here.”

“Will do.”

Andy told the flat supervisor he had to check something back at the office before he started work, then left…

An hour later, he was back. The plans on file at the office definitely showed another flat where the ‘blank’ was. Puzzled, Andy started tapping at various points on the wall, as well as inspecting above the ceiling tiles.

Right where the doorway for a flat should have been, he found cables in the ceiling heading into the non-existent flat…

Andy got his cable detector out. It picked up the metal of a door handle at just the right height.

Before he could second guess himself, Andy punched a hole in the wall with his mallet. A door with a handle on it came into view…!

Andy set to with his tools, and a complete doorway soon appeared. To his amazement, the door wasn’t even locked. Someone had been so confident it wouldn’t be found they hadn’t even locked it…!

Andy went in.

At the same time, he heard the woman crying again. This time, however, it was a loud moaning and definitely coming from inside the flat.

The flat itself had been completely stripped out. There was no furniture, no fittings, nothing. He was having to use his torch to light it. It had always been an inside flat, even on the original plans; it was originally supposed to have been for occasional staff that needed to stay overnight, so it had no windows. However, there was no utilities connected either; probably to make sure that flat didn’t show up on any accounts anywhere.

He turned a corner, into what would have been the bedroom, and froze with disbelief…

In the middle of the room was a metal frame, suspended from the ceiling and floor, gently turning in the draft from the open door.

Fastened to the frame was a clear plastic sack.

It was vacuum sealed around the shivering form of a naked woman. She was firmly gagged, and had tubes in her anus and urethra, as well as one connected to the gag. Then he saw the cables and pipes running from the base to the flat next door…

The woman next door was keeping her as a prisoner!

The woman faced him for the first time, and screamed into her gag, fighting to get free. She hadn’t heard him come in because her ears were blocked.

Andy desperately looked for a way to free her, but he couldn’t see one.

At the same time, the woman started screaming again. However, she was looking behind him…

The blow to his head made him sink to his knees. The second one, with something harder, knocked him out.

He awoke strapped up the same as the woman, sealed behind plastic, gagged and deaf.

“Now I’ve got to repair the doorway”, the woman said. “You really are a pain, you know that? Also, I’ve got to think of a way to explain your ‘disappearance’…!”

She was stroking his penis as she said that.

“Shame I prefer girls”, she said. “You’re actually quite well endowed. Oh well, I guess Grace here could do with some fun…”

She positioned the struggling captives facing each other then pushed them together, fastening a strap round them and locking it to stop them pulling away from each other. Grace’s eyes widened as Andy’s penis entered her through the plastic; there was fittings on their bags to allow the pair to have sex. The woman had used it to have sex with Grace using a strapon before she sealed her in.

“I’d better remember to lock the door, this time”, she chuckled, as she want out…

She went back to her flat, deep in thought.

The plastic curtain that Andy had put across the corridor whilst the works were being carried out would only hold for so long, she thought. Also, his works would soon be looking for him.

It was no good. Andy and Grace would both have to ‘disappear’…

Meanwhile, back in ‘their’ flat, Andy and Grace were both fighting to get free. Problem was, every time they struggled Andy pumped in and out of Grace, and it was really arousing her.

It was her first strong orgasm since she had been used as a ‘pet’ by the woman. To Andy’s amazement, he felt Grace’s plastic covered lips against his. She was trying to kiss him…!

Suddenly, the door opened. The woman came back in and gave them both an injection…

She studied the pair, then started getting them ready for ‘transport’…

She had decided that it was time to leave. However, she was not leaving her toys behind…

She had always planned to have two toys, this was why she had two frames available. She also had a specially designed wheelchair…

She took the ‘seat cover’ out of the wheelchair. Under it was a person-shaped hole…

It took her quite some time to get Andy properly fitted into the hole. At the same time, she pumped him full of testosterone boosters and Viagra.

“Might as well give Grace a good ride”, she thought.

Even semi-conscious, Andy was already having a very powerful erection. She smiled as she put the seat cover back on, making sure Andy’s penis went through the hole. Now, apart from his penis sticking up from the seat, the chair looked like any normal handicapped one.

She the fastened a metal band round Andy’s penis, to stop him pulling it back through the cover, then carefully sat Grace on it, making sure the penis entered her properly, from behind. She then strapped Grace down tightly on top of Andy. She then dressed Grace in a cape and a hijab, as well as a scarf over her mouth to cover the gag.

She then wheeled the chair out of the flat, shutting the door behind her. She wouldn’t be returning…

She went down in the lift. She actually passed the block supervisor on the way out.

“My handicapped daughter came to visit, but she’s overdone it a bit, so I’m taking her back home”, she said. “She only lives locally, and it’s a nice walk.”

The supervisor, seeing nothing wrong, actually held the doors open for her…

Andy was just starting to come round as they got halfway up the road. He couldn’t believe how uncomfortable his private parts felt. He tried to relax, but his penis was rock hard. It also felt stuck in something…

In horror, he realised it was Grace that he was ‘attached’ to! He tried to pull out; however, he only made things worse, as he ended up pumping in and out trying to free himself. That woke Grace, who started moaning…

Before they’d got to the woman’s new flat, Grace and Andy had both orgasmed at least twice. Because of the medication he had been shot up with, though, Andy couldn’t stop…

Grace whined loudly, trying to pull herself off of Andy, but all the straps were holding her down firmly. She just made things worse for herself; she ended up just lying back, exhausted, and letting Andy do what he wanted…

“Sounds like you two are having fun”, the woman said. “I love it when my toys are happy…”

Back at the flat, Andy’s supervisor had phoned, looking for him as he was late reporting in.

The flats supervisor had gone up to look for him, and found out about the doorway…

She took one look around in the empty flat, found Andy’s tools and clothing on the floor, and called the police…

Meanwhile, the woman had got to a park, just down from her new flat. She vanished into the public toilet.

When she came out, she was a different person. Blonde instead of brunette, and looking about twenty years younger, wearing a blouse and leather skirt.

“Bang goes another identity”, she said. “This is getting expensive…”

She then carried on to her new block, where her two-bedroom flat was waiting for her, to take her and her handicapped daughter.

Andy’s sleeping quarters were a compartment under Grace’s bed; it could be set up the same way as they were now in the wheelchair, with his penis being ‘available’ to Grace.

She chuckled as she wheeled the chair in…

No-one ever found out what happened to Andy. The investigators also couldn’t work out why there was two rigs in the flat, not one. The only other missing person was the woman occupying the flat next door; she hadn’t been seen for a while, now. The didn’t know anything about Grace at all…

Grace was being cared for well in her new ‘accommodation’. After all, she was pregnant…