The Wrong House

Chapter 1: Alexis

The alarm clock sounded and she reached over to turn it off. A side sleeper, she rolled onto her back and sat up. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. She stood and walked into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and took in her dark features. Her name was Alexis Petero. Many thought Alexis was either Italian or Hispanic because of the last name and her dark hair and complexion, but she knew her origins were Slavic.

She had gotten back to her modest loft apartment on the west side of a medium-sized city about 3 hours ago. It was now 4 pm and it was already getting dark. The late March day had been warm, but as the night’s darkness engulfed the light, she felt it turning cold through the window she’d opened just a crack. She got up to close it and reflected on how she always slept with a window open a little as when she was in the county lock-up, the windows in her dorm did not open.

She’d had a Saturday overtime shift at her minimum wage job and had chosen to go in early so she could get home earlier and take a nap. She’d need the extra sleep as she had a big night ahead and wanted to be rested and therefore on her game. Alexis was still wearing her work clothes; black leggings and a black print tee shirt. This outfit went under the coveralls she wore at the plumbing supply company that comprised her legitimate income. Alexis sorted galvanized steel fittings and any that were flawed were put in a bin to be remolded. It was not strenuous work so she did not sweat, so she had no qualms about laying in bed for a nap. It was mind numbing, tedious work, but no one really bothered her and she was productive, and therefore liked by her boss, a middle aged blonde who wore too much red lipstick that was always on her teeth. The occasional overtime shift gave her an excuse for being able to afford to live alone and have furniture in a small but clean loft apartment.

Alexis was a petite 22 year old woman who’d been on her own since age 15. She was less than 5’ tall and weighed a mere 100 pounds and Alexis was a beautiful girl. Big brown, almost black cows’ eyes, long, dark, thick, wavy hair with reddish brown highlights, a small pert nose with full lips and a slim, fit figure. She had no boobs, but her waist, ass and legs were shapely. She was really quite beautiful, However she had a pretty bad scar that ran from the center of her upper lip from where it touched her bottom lip, up to the point of the cleft. The cut had torn all the way through her lip so the scar was wide. She also had a large scar over her right eye, just between the top of her lid and her brow. The white skin of both scars showed on her dark skin.

The only other flaw in her near perfect face was that it had a hardness to it. A hardness that had come from a life in and out of the “system”. Orphanages, foster care, “juvie”, and jail had been where she’d spent most of her life since she was 3. However, after her last stint in juvenile hall, she had run away from the group home she was in and managed to stay out of the system, making a living running errands for some of the local mobsters, selling items she stole here and there, and working jobs that kids would work. One of the guys she ran errands for took kindly to her and got her her current apartment and helped her by fencing her takes. He was killed by a rival gang, but nobody ever questioned her and by then she had a bank account, and was able to pay her own bills. Alexis was pretty self-sufficient by then with a legal income as a waitress in a bar. She got good tips and was managing well until she got caught selling some shoplifted stuff to an undercover cop. As an 18 year old, that landed Alexis a year in the county pen as the value of the merchandise made for a Class E felony. Even though her juvenile record was sealed, one of the court officers recognized her and knew her to be a young, but hardened criminal and her escape from the group home didn’t help, so she was given a maximum sentence.

While in jail, Alexis kept her head down, eyes open, and mouth shut. She was taken on by a strong female inmate as her “girl”, and she learned a lot from her. Her sentence only lasted 6 months for good behavior and when Alexis got out she had a whole new idea about how to make a living. Her landlord held her apartment for her as her rent just came from her bank account. She was able to get another job as a waitress, but within the year she was back in jail. This time for breaking her parole, and when she went before the judge, Alexis was told by her, a woman named Helena Garcia, that the next time she came before a judge that she’d do much more than county jail, she’d go to state prison. A place that Alexis knew she’d likely not survive. She also remembered the bitch of a district attorney, Lauren Reilly with her full red lips pursed as she had asked for prison right then and there, citing special circumstances.

She considered all of this as she stripped out of her clothing and hopped into the shower. She wet and shampooed her hair, washed her body with a mild lavender body wash and shaved her arms and legs. She also trimmed her pubic hair into a narrow strip. Rinsing off, she wondered what life would be like if she’d had a normal upbringing. She did not remember her father, with only vague memories of her mother. Would she have a boyfriend? She didn’t really like men. They were useful because she did like sex, but she preferred a dildo and a vibrator to a man, but sometimes it was nice to have the closeness a sex partner brought. However, part of her aversion to men came from almost being raped by one of the low-lifes she dealt with about 3 years ago. He’d offered her money to sleep with him and she refused. He tried to force her, but she fought back, kicking him right in the nuts, but as strong for her size as Alexis was, she was no match for him. She’d ended up with her upper lip split through all the way to the cleft, under her nose, and then another deep split over her eye. She also spent the next 3 days bound and gagged to a chair, but she managed to escape. She was not able to get the lacerations sutured, so she superglued the lacerations and never went back to that neck of the woods. She’d also been arrested shortly after because while she was held prisoner she had missed a parole visit and could not say why or she’d have had a double violation. Luckily, her parole officer sent her back to county to finish her sentence. The eye healed up rather quickly, but the lip took nearly a year. At least she got some antibiotics in jail to keep it from getting infected. The super glue kept the flesh knit but right in the center of her upper lip there was a small split that just healed that way, but she had become an expert with the lip pencil and the color she’d chosen. She’d run into him a couple times, but word had gotten out about what he’d done to her , and he’d been sanctioned by some of the other fences in the area.

Alexis knew one thing though, she did not like the intimate attention she got while in jail. The last lesbian who kept her as her girl, smoked like a fiend and liked things very kinky and rough. Alexis also hated eating pussy, so she knew that she was not a lesbian.

In general Alexis did not trust people as they always let her down. So a boyfriend was out of the question. So Alexis kept a small collection of toys including a few butt plugs of increasing sizes. These she liked to wear. The bull who’d protected Alexis in the last hitch liked to shove plugs carved out of soap up her ass, and Alexis found she liked the feel, so she often wore one to sleep and sometimes when she was out and about or on a job.

Alexis dried her long hair and began to work on her make up. To help hide the scar, Alexis always went for a plum matte extended-wear lipstick. To help with the scar over her eye. She used gray shadows that went from charcoal to a pewter. Her skin was smooth so she needed very little foundation or powder. As she put the finishing touches on her make up, she thought maybe she’d use a butt plug tonight. One last pass of her lipstick, and she walked into the bedroom. Going to her dresser, she opened her middle drawer and removed her “work clothes” for the evening.

She laid them out on her bed, a thick seamless footed spandex dancer’s unitard, tight spandex gloves that went halfway up her forearm, and a spandex hood with openings for her eyes and mouth. They were all a sueded black that did not shine. It was skin tight and when she had it on not a wrinkle showed. Just before she slipped on her black thong panty, and her favorite and most comfortable bra she lubed up and then slipped a 4 inch long x 1.5 inch wide at the bottom plug into her anus, gasping as the thickest part slid in and her sphincter closed around the stem. Alexis could feel the base wedged between her cheeks.

Her tiny boobs did not need much support but she liked to cover them, as now her nipples were hard. She then donned the unitard, pulling it up like tights. Smoothing them as she pulled them up over her waist. Then Alexis put her arms into the sleeves and adjusted the gauntleted ends that fit over her hand to just below her fingers and her thumb in a separate opening. This kept the sleeves from bunching up under her gloves when she put them on. She reached behind herself and grasped the lanyard that allowed her to pull the zipper up from the back by herself. The neck of the unitard came to just below the base of her skull, and when she put on her hood and gloves she presented a smooth black image almost like a shadow and when she tucked her hair into the hood, she looked like one of those black painted mannequins with no face in the clothing stores. The dark makeup made it so nearly every millimeter of her dark skin was hidden.

She tucked the lanyard into the neck, and made the form fitting garment look normal with a short wrap around skirt as if she were headed to or home from a dance class. She put on a pair of low healed ankle boots and then picked up her thin draw string “loot” bag. She tucked her hood, gloves, and LED head lamp into it, then her lock pick and a pair of ballet type slippers with leather soles. These were the “tools of her trade”. Alexis slung the bag over her head and put her arms through the strings like a back pack. Then she put on a black wool pea coat, her leather rabbit fur lined winter gloves and a beret style knit winter hat, as the temperature was dropping fast. She gave herself one quick glance, a pretty petite young woman going out for the evening. She smiled at the image in the mirror, and then out the door to the bus

Chapter 2: Caught

Here’s where it gets exciting.

So where was Alexis going? What was this “job” she was going to? Nowadays Alexis made her real living as what might be called a “cat burglar”. A name she really liked, as the sleek black outfit she wore as she burglarized house after house made her look like a cat. The only things missing were a tail and ears. Alexis was small-time, targeting primarily suburban houses where her hauls were made up of jewelry, watches, or the occasional Hummel or Lladro figurine. Oftentimes a few hundred in cash. However, tonight’s target was on the northern edge of the city. She’d been casing the house for about 4 weeks. The owner was a late 30s early 40s guy. He drove a nice jeep, and appeared to be reasonably good looking and fit. He dressed casually when she saw him, jeans and flannels, or a hoody. The house was nice. A stone one-story bungalow type house. As Alexis sat in her seat on the bus she thought through her mark. Every Saturday night he would leave around sundown and not return until midnight or later. He never left lights on outside and the covered porch in the front would act to conceal her more. It was a routine job. Pick the lock, grab the loot and out the door. Easy peazy.

The bus arrived at the corner that was near the house and Alexis hit the bell for the bus to stop, she exited the bus and made her way to her spot in the alley that was across from the house. She settled into the shadowed entry to the alley and waited. She shivered a little as it had gotten cold. It was almost full dark, and he should be leaving soon. She smiled because as the street lights came on, she noticed 3 of them were out. That was a bonus she thought as that would give her more cover. It was only 6 pm and she could be home by 8 and maybe have time to go for a drink or 2.

Just as she thought that, he came out of his house, got into his fully loaded black Jeep hybrid and backed out of the driveway and sped down the street to heaven knows where. Alexis looked up at the sky over his house. The last vestiges of gray light began to fade and blackness took over. A thin cloud cover allowed faint moonlight in but, combined with the streetlights being out, she was in total cover.

Alexis took off her coat and unslung her bag. She took off her skirt, hat, and winter gloves, folded them into her coat and then placed the bundle into a recessed doorway. She took out her slippers and replaced her boots one at a time, her tiny spandex covered feet easily sliding in. She then put her hair up in the tight arrangement taught to her by one of the matrons in juvie. As a tiny beautiful girl she was always vulnerable to attack. Whenever some of her fellow inmates wanted to ambush her it was always the hair they grabbed. The pain would cause her to cry out, opening her mouth so they could stuff something in, and secure it with tape or a rag. Then they would assault her, leaving her bound and gagged for one of the matrons to find.

With her hair up in this style no one had anything to grab, and it was handy now as it fit under her hood smoothly. She took out the remaining items stashed in the bag; 1st, slipping on her gloves which overlapped up her forearms completely concealing her arms in black. She smoothed those out and then she applied her hood, tucking the neck of it into the neck of the unitard, the overlap concealing the skin of her neck. She adjusted the eye and mouth openings and situated the LED head lamp onto her head. She placed her boots in the same doorway, and slipped the lock pick into the wrist of her left glove. Alexis slung the now empty bag onto her back and she was ready. The adrenaline rush, combined with the sensation of the large plug in her ass, stimulated her sexually. She could feel her pussy getting a bit wet. A quick look up and down the street and then from the shadow of the alley she emerged. Alexis confidently and rapidly made her way across the street, up the drive, and onto the porch. She took out her lock picking tools and made short work of both the knob and the deadbolt. The well oiled hinges on the door made for a silent opening for which Alexis was thankful, as she thought to herself how easy this was. She shut the door quietly and switched on her LED.

Two blocks away, Marcus sat in the driver's seat of his loaded Jeep Rubicon hybrid. The fiber optic camera he’d installed in the alley across from his house had picked up the young cat burglar as she waited for him to leave the house. She’d been watching his house for about 4 weeks. Little did she know that he’d been watching her as well. Within about 15 minutes of his leaving, he observed her from the app on his phone taking off her coat and other clothing items and putting on more stealthy footwear and putting on gloves and a hood. She stashed her coat and boots in a door frame, adjusted her outfit a bit more then she proceeded into the street.

As she started up the drive, the cam installed on the porch caught her walking up. The costume she was wearing was clever. All black, skin tight with a flat finish that did not reflect any light. The material it was made of made no friction noises and the shoes made no footfalls. She was good. No wonder she’d successfully burglarized so many homes. Upwards of 20, he suspected.

Marcus sniggered to himself as he watched her pick his lock and enter his home. This little chippy had no idea what she’d gotten herself into. He drove to the other end of the alley that she’d waited in, walked to the end facing his house, found her belongings and carried them to his Jeep. Setting them on the seat he mused at how tiny Alexis was, and how easy she’d be to overpower. At 6’ 3”, 235 pounds, the Recon Marine veteran turned security-surveillance expert/mercenary was more than a match for her.

Marcus got back into his Jeep, and drove around to the alley in back of his house. Getting out he grabbed her belongings and made his way to his property. He entered his yard through an invisible panel in his heavy duty wooden stockade fence, across the grass, then into his cellar via the Bilco door. Once inside, another app on his phone silently locked the doors and windows. Sound proof walls and tempered glass made his house a fortress. He dumped her coat and boots onto a table and then silently made his way over to the stairs and up, grabbing a rubber street hockey ball, a 3 inch roll of black electrical tape, a bundle of long black law enforcement grade zip ties and a set of plastic “cobra” cuffs. These were inescapable and would allow Marcus to restrain her securely and fast. He entered his kitchen, leaving the cellar door open as a distraction, set the tape and restraints on the counter. and stationed himself in the little alcove just inside the archway from his living room, still holding the heavy rubber ball. Marcus could hear her moving around in his bedroom. He briefly touched the Glock 17 tucked into his belt, smiled, and waited, thinking to himself that with all the bad choices Alexis had made in her life, they’d all led to tonight, when she’d make one last choice. Prison, or a deal with the devil. He shifted on his feet and the floor board under his left foot creaked. He cursed himself, but held still.

Alexis turned after she closed the front door and switched on her LED. She looked at her surroundings and saw a nicely furnished room. Typical stuff a bachelor would have. There was a stone fireplace that must have cost a fortune. That was a good sign, she thought. Alexis made her way through the kitchen and into a hallway. On her left she passed a louvered door which was likely a pantry. Next to that was a heavy planked door which was probably the cellar. She observed that both were closed as she walked by. Alexis always began in the bedroom as that was where most people, even bachelors, kept their valuables.

The house appeared to have 2 bedrooms, a full bathroom, and a linen closet. The doors to the bathroom and extra bedroom were open and Alexis thought the one at the very end of the hall with the door closed was the master bedroom. She opened the door and walked in and saw a king sized bed, a night stand, a dresser, and a gun safe. There was a closet and another full bath. She began in the closet. On the top shelf there was a lock box. Alexis stood on her toes like a ballet dancer and was able to slide the box down and put it on top of the dresser. It was a standard lock box that she easily picked. Inside was almost a fortune, at least to a small-time thief. There were two Rolexes. A diamond pendant necklace with matching ear bobs in a small case A bundle of cash, at least 10,000 dollars. A few gold chains and a little silk pouch containing a diamond engagement ring, two gold bands and then another bag with what looked like some uncut diamonds. She quickly squirreled those away in her bag. She then moved to the dresser. Not much in there, a men’s jewelry box with some cuff links, a class ring and a few hundred in cash, but still in they went.

From there she approached the night stand. Nothing in the top drawer but a book about the 1st World War. The second drawer had a locked box with a handle. Inside was an old antique pistol. She made out from the engravings that it was a 1911 Colt .45. It was highly polished, and in mint condition. She did not know much about guns, but this was obviously worth a lot. She slipped that into her bag. In the bottom drawer was another box, inside there were some military medals. These she could probably pawn, so she took them. Just as she stood, she heard a noise, she froze in her spot, but there was no other sound except her heart beating and her purposely shallow breathing. Nothing she thought, probably the house shifting. Nonetheless though, Alexis mused, I’ve probably got better than 20,000 dollars here. A little over 10,000 in cash, another 10 or 11,000 in “fenceble” merch, and maybe another thousand in pawnable stuff. She had no idea what the diamonds were worth. Definitely a good night's work. She began to make her way to the door and down the hall.

The moment had come Marcus thought to himself as he heard her soft footfalls on the runner he had down in the hallway. She had turned off her light but his eyesight after years of night operations overseas had honed his night vision such that he could detect the slightest movement in the dark. As she turned the corner from the hall into the kitchen, he was poised to strike, squeezing the ball that was about to fill that slightly large mouth of hers. He was amazed at how small she was. Over twice her size, he’d make short work of her. Binding and gagging her would be only too easy. As he thought this, she entered the kitchen. She turned and noticed the cellar door open. Sensing her distraction over whether or not the door had been opened before, when she turned to leave, he pounced.

Alexis reached the end of the hall, and turned to her right into the kitchen, and she noticed the cellar door was open. She stopped and thought, had it been open before? She was not sure, but as she turned towards the front door to leave, Alexis was seized from behind causing her to gasp, and into her open mouth went a hard round object. It fit behind her teeth, and completely filled her mouth. The object was huge, but still, her mouth autonomically closed around it. The rubbery taste indicated that it was a ball of some sort and it held her lips slightly parted. It forced her tongue down and compressed it into the floor of her mouth. The taste of rubber, and the hardness of it indicated that it was a street hockey ball. She tried to get the leverage to force it back out, but her jaw and tongue were immobilized.

Then an arm that might just as a well have been carved out of oak encircled her neck. She attempted to rake her attacker’s calf with her heel, but the soft leather of her slipper, his jeans, and what felt like a heavy boot rendered that act useless. Her attacker’s free hand took her bag from her, and as she balled up her gloved hands to try and punch him, the shape of a gun in his hand forced her to give that up. She opened her gloved hands and held them up in surrender. He easily forced her into a chair and pulled her arms over the chair back and forced her wrists together. She felt plastic cuffs being placed on her wrists. The distinctive hiss of them being tightened identified them as those cobra cuffs. Then her elbows were forced together and another plastic band encircled them holding them together such that the bones touched. It did not hurt because she was very limber, but it was not comfortable as it stretched her shoulders. She felt something being applied over her lips. The stickiness revealed it as heavy duty tape. Really wide sticky tape. This was to keep her from spitting the ball out, not that it was necessary as the ball in her mouth was wedged in so tightly it wasn’t going anywhere. He wound the tape around her head and over her mouth very tightly at least 7 times, carefully seating it under her nose, and down around her chin. He then smoothed it with his hand. Zip-ties then went around her chest, waist, ankles, just below her knees, just above them, then mid thigh as he secured her to the chair.

Once he finished, he switched on a dim fluorescent light over the sink, and leaned back against the counter. His face in shadow, he spoke, “Guess you picked the wrong house, didn’t you girl.”

Alexis began to hyperventilate. Memories of previous attacks where she’d been similarly trussed up as well as all kinds of wild thoughts entered her mind. What was he going to do? Kill her? Rape? Forced prostitution? Sell her to the Arabs? Or the worst, call the police? He walked over to her, leaning down he spoke quietly, “Alexis, calm yourself before you choke, or drown in your own drool. Breathe normally and swallow at intervals.”

He’d used her name just now. That gave her pause. Scared her straight in a sense. Even though there were no openings for her nostrils, she found she could breathe through the fibers of her spandex hood. It was a bit hard, but once she calmed, she figured it out. But how in the hell did he know her name? He proceeded to add more of the heavy duty zip ties, further securing her to the chair. One in between her ankles, tightening the loop around them, then another to the leg support. He did the same with her wrists and ankles. Then in between her wrists and elbows to the chair back. Then under her arms, over her shoulders and to the top rail of the chair back.

When he finished he went back over to the counter, unloaded his pistol by taking out the magazine and then ejecting the chambered round. He opened a drawer and put the now unloaded pistol, the magazine and the single round in the drawer. He took out a Manila folder with maybe a half inch stack of paper inside. He started reading through the sheets while Alexis sat there, bound and gagged, completely immobile and could only manage some very soft, whimpers from her filled and sealed mouth. He then looked up at her and grinned.

“Alexis Petero,” he said. “Changed from Petrovsky. Your father Sergei was murdered during a drug deal, when you were 2, then your mother Katya died of a drug overdose when you were 3.” His face came into view. He looked thoughtful for a second and then continued, “Both your parents were immigrants from Russia. You were born here so you’re a citizen, making deportation a non-starter. Foster care, juvenile detention, a few different schools. At 15 you disappeared from a group home in the city you’d been placed in after 6 months in juvenile detention for breaking and entering. You somehow managed to stay off the grid, living off of being a “bag girl”. Shoplifting, and other petty crimes until one of your contacts got you the apartment you currently live in,” he read aloud.

He continued, “Even though you were not caught, you were well known to the police. You were finally snagged by an undercover operation to catch you specifically, but all they had on you was the transaction, and they could not be sure you were the prolific shoplifter they were after, but because the merchandise was worth over a 1,000 dollars, you got a year, served 6 months, and paroled for good behavior. But then, you were back in a few months later for a couple parole violations. The 3rd one, if I’m not mistaken is when that scumbag fence who tried to rape you held you prisoner for 3 days. I’m guessing that’s where you got those scars. You served the rest of that sentence, out, and then caught again, but all they could get you for was trespassing and the charges were dropped by the property owner. I’m going to guess you picked up your current “vocation” the last time you were in the county lockup. Well girl, I happen to know that when you go before the judge, after they take you in this time, you’re going down for a long time, and in the state penitentiary just as Judge Garcia said.”

How did he know who her judge had been, thought Alexis, and what she said? How did he know about what the fence tried to do? Her head was swimming with questions. Her jaw was beginning to ache, but she was also adapting to the ball compressing her tongue. She was now able to swallow the saliva building up in her mouth while some did seep out. Her shoulders were becoming accustomed to her elbows being bound together, and while he’d bound her tightly, her blood was still flowing, as there was no numbness or the pins and needles that come with it. There were just so many points at which she was restrained. He was obviously some sort of expert. Law enforcement maybe? She was calming down and starting to think things through. She’d been bound before, that pig of a fence had used steel handcuffs and she’d slipped those. This was all plastic, no reason she’d not be able to get out of this. She just needed to find a way to stall, and stop him from calling the cops. So she started to whimper into her gag. It came out in little squeaks and chirps, but it got his attention.

“What’s the trouble Alexis? Something you needed to say?” he mocked. He considered her for a second then came over and began to unwind the tape. Thank god she’d worn this hood or else it would have tangled in her hair. As the last circuit of tape was removed, it pulled at her lips a little, but the lipstick must have acted to prevent it stripping skin off. He then expertly prized the ball from her mouth. She tried to talk but her jaw was fatigued. He told her, “Take your time, let the stiffness work itself out.” he advised.

After a time Alexis asked, “What are you going to do with me?”

“Call the police and have you arrested, of course,” he replied. To which Alexis got really scared and pleaded, “Please. You can’t. If I go up in front of Garcia again I’m going to the state house. I won’t last a day there. Please no police. I’ll do anything.”

“Would you now?” he taunted. “Like what, sex? Let me guess, the best fuck I’d ever have? Doubtful, I have plenty of women. You’re just a girl, with a body like a 13 year old boy. You are pretty enough, but still just a girl.” he went on. “Besides” he continued, there’s no fuck worth the 30,000 in loot you intended to take from me and sell. Not to mention the sentimental value of a lot of it.” Then there’s probably 13,000 in cash. Those uncut diamonds were worth more than you’d have ever got from a fence, provided you found one who’d mess with them. In a sense you’re lucky I caught you because uncut diamonds are well beyond your pay grade. You try to move those on your own and you’re in a barrel full of concrete on your way to the bottom of the lake. “

Alexis thought everything he was saying through. “I’m pretty enough? How do you know what I look like? I’m still wearing my hood,” she inquired.

“I know what you look like, because while you were watching my house, I was watching you. Over the last 4 weeks, while you were waiting across the street, casing my house to rob, my cams picked you up and I could see your lovely face. I used facial recognition software, I found your name, and most importantly your DoC record, I also found you have a sealed juvenile record, and like most, you were not rehabilitated, but learned how to be a more efficient criminal, am I right? You are probably responsible for upwards of 20 other burglaries in the last 3 years. With a gross value of around 250,000 dollars which you probably fenced for around maybe 150, or 200. Not to mention around 25,000 in cash.”

Alexis sniggered as she thought to herself, it’s likely around 27 houses, and about 200,000 in fenced value.

He caught her snigger despite the hood. “You find that amusing?” He got a disgusted look on his face, shook his head and said, “Enough talk, you obviously have no remorse so time to call the police.”

Alexis sat there petrified. Immediately driven to tears, she thought of the one con back in the county jail. The words, “If I ever see you again, I’m going to gut you” rang in Alexis’s ears. In a strained voice Alexis begged, “Please no. I’ll be dead in a week. Look at me. I cannot defend myself. I’m going to die horribly. I’ll do anything, anything at all.”

He stood looking at her and said, “What exactly do you have or could do for me that I would want? I have more than enough money, a great house, and job. I have women that I can fuck at my beck and call, not scrawny little girls with a sob story as long as War and Peace.”

At this, Alexis began to sob uncontrollably, her tears soaking the cloth around her eyes.

His face softened a bit, and he said, “I think you are genuinely scared Alexis, but are you crying any tears for the people you hurt? No. You’re feeling sorry for yourself, but I sense genuine fear, and am not unsympathetic. I could call the police, and then you’re cooked. I am sure as a three-timer you’d likely go to the big house in Bedford Hills. There's some pretty hardened people there, and there would be very little left of you by the time they were finished. You’d be better off in a Mexican brothel,” he quipped.

He went on to say, “So having said that. I have a challenge for you. I could call the police, have you arrested, and you’d be locked up without bail, making this your last moment of freedom. I mean, so to speak.“ He chuckled at that, and continued, “What I am proposing to you is a chance to get out of this scott free. If you can escape these restraints in one hour, I will let you go. If not, I make the call. Should you accept and escape, I will even let you keep the 13,000. I have enough money, and as such that amount is nothing to me. The jewelry was my mother’s. The medals were my friend’s as well as one of the Rolex’s. He was killed in Iraq saving my life. We were the only family each other had, so you cannot have those. You also cannot have the diamonds as I need those for a transaction. So if you accept this deal, I am going to gag you again, as well as tape your eyes. Then you’ll have an hour.”

Alexis looked at him and said, “I’ll never get out of this. There are too many zip ties and I can’t get any leverage.”

He replied, “True, but what have you got to lose? You never know, you may get lucky. So we need an answer Alexis, prison or a shot at freedom? I know you’ve been trying to work it out and you’ve slipped restraints before.”

Alexis thought, he’s not wrong. She had. They were metal cuffs, but these are those cobra cuffs, advertised as inescapable. He was giving her an hour. She could figure it out. She had nothing to lose. Alexis looked him in the face and said, “I’ll do it.”

He smiled and replied, “Good, open, nice and wide.” He picked the ball up off the counter and worked it into her opened mouth, behind her teeth. Straining her jaw and causing some pain, then layer after layer of the tape. Next came the tape over her eyes. Around her head, taking care not to cover her tiny nose. There she was in total darkness. Through the darkness he said, “This should be entertaining. On my mark. Go!”

Alexis began by trying to turn her wrists which was near impossible. Through her hood she could hear the faint tick of a timer. That made her nervous, but she had to put time out of her mind. She thought of the yoga she did that kept her fit. That relaxed her a bit, except it did not seem to do much good. The restraints were locked in at strategic points, and getting any kind of leverage was impossible. He’d pulled her feet up under the chair and secured them to the cross rail of the leg support, so only her toes touched the floor. She tried to wobble the chair to get it to fall, but one, it had a wide leg base, and two, it was heavy.

He left the room a couple times, and on one return he asked’ “Any progress, love?“ Then on another, “Tick tock.”

As Alexis worked on, she was making no progress, at one point she moved wrong and heard and felt the cobra cuffs tighten. Then after an eternity he said, “5 minutes, Alexis.” She became frantic. Struggling madly, Alexis began to cry again, then just stopped altogether. She sat with her head down and let the last couple minutes or so tick off. Then she heard the timer indicating that time was up. She was a dead woman and she knew it. Sitting there bound and gagged, no chances.

She began to imagine how she’d be tortured before she died. She knew she’d not be given a chance to plead as he’d likely leave her gagged. The cops would get a big kick out of this as she’d been questioned about the burglaries, but they never had enough evidence to make an arrest. She was always really arrogant about it too, so every cop in the city and every force in the suburbs knew who she was and seeing her so vulnerable would be quite the treat for them. Seeing her bound and gagged and then when they took her in and processed her, that plug in her ass would be the talk of cops all over the region. When it was all done and she was on her way to the prison, Alexis was sure that anal rape with a mop or broom handle was a big part of her future.

Alexis could feel him tugging at the tape over her eyes. Once the last round had been removed, and her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see him standing by the counter, phone in hand. Alexis once again dropped her head, shaking it back and forth in despair. She had no more tears to cry and her next move was how to survive. After a few minutes he said, “Looks like it’s time to make that call.”

As he moved to punch in the numbers, Alexis made a last ditch attempt. She looked up, and began to shake her head no, and then made an “MMMM HMMM” sound. It was faint as the ball had her tongue well pinned down, and the layer after layer of tape sealed her slightly parted lips shut, so very little sound escaped around the immensely secure gag.

Marcus saw the pleading look in her eyes, and put his phone in his pocket. “You’re not still trying to bargain are you?” Alexis shook her head no. “Just begging then? A slight nod of the head indicated yes.

He thought for a second, then asked, “So you just want mercy then? Well there is no mercy here. I’ll be honest, you need to be taken off the streets. You are looking at anywhere from 3 to 15 years. Your juvenile record can be opened because of your previous felonies between the burglary and parole violations and what is probably a long list of juvenile offenses I’d say you’re staring at 7 years at least, parole in 4 or 5 years.” He paused, considered her for a moment, then went on, “You and I both know you’ll never survive 4 or 5 years in max lock up. You’ll be lucky to make it 4 or 5 weeks. So I have an option 3 for you. Nothing even akin to freedom, but a chance to live.”

At that Alexis’s ears perked up and she uttered a “Mmm.” Tilting her head to the side, indicating he had her attention.

“I can call the police or not. But mercy is not an option. If I let you go. You’ll go right back out and victimize some other family. You see Alexis, there is no way I can just let you go, and here’s why. You’ve spent most of your life as a thief. You’ve stolen from hardworking people that you know nothing about. You lie in wait, and you pounce when the prey is vulnerable, just like a predator because you think they have too much. Well girl, it’s not up to you to decide what people are entitled to and what they are not. I know you’ve had a rough life and I am sympathetic, but you chose to take from people who had nothing to do with the hand you were dealt. As an orphan, you were eligible for any number of programs and scholarships. Through a little hard work you could have become anything you wanted. But instead you choose to take from people. You break into houses, steal peoples’ belongings and fence them and move on to the next one. However, in your wake, it's your victims’ trouble that is just beginning. They have to find a way to replace those things. Insurance investigates and then gives them a value pro-rated to the age of the property and then after weeks and months they pay off. Then insurance premiums go up, and the trauma of having your life violated like that continues. Furthermore some of these items might be irreplaceable. Like some of the items you intended to take from me. My parents' wedding rings, mine and my friends’ medals, the watch. Things that would be painful to lose. One of those medals was a Congressional Medal of Honor. My friend got it for saving my life, which he died doing. It was presented to him posthumously. Which I gladly accepted on his behalf. So no fucking way are you going back on the streets. So it’s jail, or you become a slave. My slave, in fact.”

Slave? She thought what does that mean? She’d heard of this kind of thing before. Life dressed up as a sexy maid, and cleaning his house, getting spanked when she was bad? Sex slave? Would that be terrible? But what else does that mean? He already said he was not remotely interested in her in that way, but he wasn’t a bad looking guy, not by any stretch. She was actually low key a bit turned on by the helplessness she felt. Bound so tightly she could not move, a large plug in her ass that was literally poking at her colon, and gagged such that all she could manage were these tiny whimpers. Add to it all the fear and lack of control in this moment. She could disappear in any way shape or form and never be heard from again. No one will miss her. No one will look for her, an idea that momentarily made her sad. However, that lack of any say in the end result was making her pussy wet.

The thing she had to weigh out was whether or not it would be worse than prison. Prison meant a horrible death, she was sure of it. This was at least a life of some sort. She had so many questions and she feared she’d not get to ask them, but then again, whatever “slave” meant it had to be better than getting strung up and gutted in a basement at the statehouse, or buried in an unmarked grave out in the woods, or at the bottom of the ocean.

“What’s it going to be, Alexis? I don’t have all the time in the world.” He said. She looked up at him and his cruelly smiling face. The truth was that she had no idea what she was facing as a slave, but her will to live made her nod her head yes. He smiled cruelly and said, ”Are you sure?” Alexis nodded again, and uttered, “Umm hmm.” His smile got even broader, giddy one might even say. “I thought you might take a chance on this.” He said.

“Now it’s time to get you ready.” He stated. With that, he replaced the tape over her eyes, picked her up, chair and all and carried her into his cellar. Alexis thought, this guy is exceptionally strong. He carried her and the heavy wooden chair effortlessly down the flight of stairs and then walked several feet and set her and the chair down. She heard him climb back up the stairs. He shut the heavy door, which had a sound of finality to it, almost like a prison door, and walked across the living room and out the door.

Alone in the complete darkness, Alexis contemplated her predicament. Alexis always figured she’d get caught again sooner or later. Maybe even shot by one of the more militant homeowners. She never thought she’d end up like this. She made a futile effort to wriggle free, but to no avail. What happens next is a complete mystery. Slave. That was what she’d agreed to. Her mind began to wander. How does a guy like this live in a modest house in an urban neighborhood? Who puts cameras up all over the place? Who has access to databases that give him the information he has on her? There was a whole fucking file. Alexis’s questions raged in her head, and after what seemed like hours, he came back, but he did not come down. Alexis heard a chair being pulled back from the table, then forward. He must be sitting at the table.

After Marcus brought Alexis downstairs. He felt hungry. So he went back upstairs, called and ordered some food, and then went to pick it up. He walked through his back yard, and out to his car that was still parked in the alley behind his house. He got in and drove away. About a half an hour later, he returned, parked in his driveway, and in through the front door, and into the kitchen. He put his food on the table, and got himself a beer from the fridge. He sat down to eat the burger and fries he'd just bought. He did not eat things like this often, but they were his favorite junk food. He looked at his watch and saw that it was only 8:30 PM. Wow, that whole operation only took about two and a half hours.

While he ate, he paged through her file. This kid really did have a tough life. However, so had he. Marcus reflected on his past life. His mom had died before he was 5, leaving him with an abusive father. A deadbeat who spent most of his money on alcohol, the two of them fled landlord after landlord. He’d lived in some serious shit holes as a kid and as soon as he graduated high school, it was off to the Marines.

Marcus, like Alexis, was a survivor. 12 years active duty, he was given a field commission and rose to major, and was given command of a Force Recon Unit. His friend Cooper was his unit XO. The two of them were out inspecting the perimeter sensors when they were ambushed. He lost his left leg from just below the knee. Cooper carried him back to the compound, getting shot in the thigh in the process, severing his femoral artery. He bled out right before my eyes, Marcus thought, and that little cunt thought she might pawn the medal for a few dollars. Life was all about choices, and he chose to be better than his foundations, whereas Alexis chose to live the same life as her parents. Living on the fringes, preying on innocent people existing on profits from criminal activities, and until now getting away with it. Someone was finally going to punish her in a way that she deserved. That thought made him smile.

Marcus finished his food and his beer. He stood, threw out the wrapper, rinsed out the beer bottle, and walked down the hall to his bedroom, the loot bag in his hand. He turned on the light, and saw that she’d left all the containers and lock boxes out and opened. He put everything back in its place and straightened things up. She could wait. The anticipation and fear had to be gripping her, and she could just stew in that. He walked into his bathroom, used the toilet and washed up a bit. He brushed his teeth and used mouthwash. Back into his bedroom he sat on his bed and took off his prosthetic leg. In general it was very comfortable, but he’d been on it all day and also wanted to change his hikers for sneakers. He had a long night ahead of him.

Chapter 3: The Agreement

Alexis sat there in darkness. Her stomach was tight and her heart racing. What was he going to do? What did slavery mean? The only thing that was somewhat certain was that she was not going to jail, but what kind of prison was she facing? Alexis was very focused on her breathing. It had to be hours since she’d been captured by him. Why did he bring her down into the cellar? Her shoulders no longer ached, her mouth had stopped hurting. The rubber ball had settled in behind her teeth, and her lower jaw seemed to be just the size to accommodate the ball. It did not seem to be pushing on her teeth. The tape was sticking somewhat to her inner lips as her mouth was open slightly. She could not talk or even form anything resembling words. The ball was literally flattening her tongue to the floor of her mouth.

She thought to herself that was good, because she was believing that she’d spend a vast majority of her time gagged. Weirder still, her pussy was just dripping wet and the plug in her ass was causing a pressure towards the bottom of her abdomen that was causing an excited tightness in her stomach, and every nerve in her body was alive. The helplessness was really hot. She could not move, see or speak. She realized she was moaning into her gag and the muffled whimpers were exciting. What was happening to her? Was it the permanence of what he intended? What did he intend? Her focus was interrupted by the sound of footfalls. They sounded different than before, had he changed shoes? Or, was someone else there? Someone was coming down the stairs.

More softer footfalls and then Alexis heard a chair being pulled over to where she sat bound, gagged, and blindfolded. She then felt the familiar tug as the tape over her eyes was unwound. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw that it was just him. He’d placed her in front of a metal table that reminded her of the ones in the police interrogation rooms. It had a metal ring bolted to it and a chain locked to that with a hand cuff on the end. On the table was another cobra cuff, and a white sheet of paper. She, him and the table were under a single bulb with a metal shade that lit the immediate area where they were, but the rest of the basement remained in shadow.

The next thing he did was to pull the tape from her mouth. Layer after layer was pulled away and then he began to dig the neck of the hood out of the unitard’s neck, pulling it off of her head. She thought he’d remove the ball, but instead he placed several strips of the same wide sticky tape over her mouth. Smoothing each one down to increase its adherence to her flesh. Then he began to cut away some of the zip ties, leaving her feet, wrists, and elbows secured.

Once that was done, he sat down and looked at her. “You actually are a very pretty girl Alexis, and despite your almost nonexistent breasts, you have a nice shape. “He began. “Your mouth is a tiny bit oversized, but thank goodness for you, because that hockey ball fits so nicely. You have very full lips. The color lipstick you’ve chosen is good for your coloring as well as to hide flaws. Those are some pretty nasty scars, especially that one on your upper lip. I’m going to go ahead and guess that was from your ordeal with the fence that tried to rape you. He says it was just rough sex, and you like it that way. You probably didn’t report it or say anything as you didn’t want to violate your parole any more than you already had right? Superglue, correct? It does seal up wounds nicely. It’s also a great way to seal a mouth. Probably took about a year to heal fully. While we’re comparing scars…”

He lifted up his jeans leg and the steel of a heavy duty prosthetic leg with a shoe and a sock on it was revealed. “That was what I earned while Coop was bleeding out rescuing me. I’d be dead too if not for him, and that is why I am so angry with you. You see Alexa, I am veteran of the United States Marine Corps. I was with Force Recon and did tours in some of the most dangerous places in the world, but enough about me for now. We do have some business to attend to. While we have a verbal agreement that covers your stay, we do need something in writing. So I took the liberty of preparing something and getting it pre-notarized.”

He paused and pushed the sheet of paper towards her. He went on, “You’ll need to read this aloud before you sign it, so…” He stood and using both hands he slowly peeled the tape from her face. It pulled at her skin, but it did not rip or cause any burn. The other times she’d had to rip tape off her face after the other times she’d had her mouth taped it almost always ripped off some skin. He once again prized the ball from her mouth, then he snipped the plastic cuffs off of her wrists and the band around her elbows. He then quickly slipped another set of the cobra cuffs on her wrists, this time in front and then secured them to the cuff on the table, just like the cops would. Again he told her to work her jaw, then he handed her the ink cartridge from a Bic pen, which she took into her still gloved hand. “Whenever you are ready.”

Alexis looked at the document. It had a notary seal and a legal signature. Alexis read, “My name is Alexis Petero and I did willfully and illegally enter the private home of Marcus Cartwright with the intent of removing and selling certain of his high value property, as I have done to upwards of 25 other victims. I have done this without thought, or concern over the pain and suffering I would cause. Nor did I consider the consequences to myself or my victims, as I wantonly stole from them without thought of the sentimental value. All I saw was monetary gain. I illegally entered my victims’ homes of my own volition and upon my capture by Marcus, beseeched him not to call the authorities, as I knew I would after arrest, arraignment, trial, and sentencing, receive a prolonged stay in the corrections system. In order to avoid prison I, Alexis Petero, have agreed to become a slave. Meaning, I will have no rights and accept all punishments, imprisonment, body modifications, and bondage deemed necessary by Marcus Cartwright, and in return Marcus has promised that none of the punishments will be fatal and any injuries will be treated and cared for so that they heal. I accept permanent body modifications, tattoos, and piercings that Marcus determines to be necessary, without question. I understand that failure to abide by this indenture will result in my immediate entry into the state’s criminal justice system. I am making this choice of my own free will as prison is the worst of the remaining options, as I failed to escape from the bonds placed on me as I was captured in the commission of a felony that would result in a lengthy prison sentence that I do not believe I’d survive.”

Alexis looked up at Marcus and he smiled. She thought to herself that he must have planned this out quite meticulously. “This contract is final, and once signed is unbreakable by anyone but Marcus Cartwright. Signed: Alexis Petero.”

Above her name was a space and a line marked by an “X”. There was a space for the date and time. She held the pen cartridge in her gloved hand and re-read the document to herself. This showed he must have seriously surveilled her, looked into her background and then planned how he was going to capture her from the moment he discovered her casing his house. But how was he able to do this?

“Are you having doubts Alexis?” he said. “I guess I don’t blame you, but we do have work to do and we need to either proceed or get you back upstairs so that I can call the police.” At that Alexis adjusted the document in a position to sign. It was awkward with just the pen cartridge and her bound wrists. She had a lump in her throat and another in her stomach, and the plug in her ass felt really huge. Body modifications? Like what. Torture, punishment? Those could mean anything. She knew prison meant a horrible death. However, despite the apprehension, Alexis signed the document. She looked up at him and he had that same giddy smile. With tears in her eyes she looked down and placed her gloved and bound hands flat on the table. The movement caused the cuffs to tighten a notch, as if to punctuate her dilemma. It was true, she’d had a choice, but not much of one, and Alexis wondered just what had she gotten herself into.

“You must have a ton of questions, so let me see if I can answer some of them. You have avoided prison, but you are likely wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into. He stood and looked at the document and smiled even wider. Your mind must be spinning, Alexis. It should be. You have no idea what’s in store for you, but you have made your choices. Many bad ones, and one in particular was not researching who your victims were. Yes, you watched, which was smart, and would suffice when it came to an ordinary home owner, but when you chose to burglarize this house, you definitely miscalculated who and what you were up against. “

He looked at her thoughtfully. “Like you, I had a tough start. So when I say I feel for you in that regard, I am sincere. Your story is tragic, but at one juncture you chose this life. A life where you steal from innocent people, and consort with the worst of society. You are quite lucky things didn’t come to a worse end than they have right now. I knew what you were up to the moment I saw you in the alley across the street. Granted to the untrained eye, you’re just one of a million people inconspicuously walking by. Except, doing what I do for work, I can read people, and once I had several photo angles of you, facial recognition found you in no time. As soon as I had your name, I began to prepare. I found your records that confirmed your intent. I have cameras covering every approach to my house. I own those properties across the street so there are cams at several angles there that are all motion activated. You’re likely asking yourself why I have so many cameras? Well, I deal with a lot of sensitive information and at times, goods. So security is of the utmost importance. I also must confess that I am a tiny bit paranoid.”

“As you already know,” he continued, “I am a wounded veteran. I have a prosthetic leg, and many scars from other wounds. Some physical, some emotional. I have several awards of the Purple Heart, several silver and bronze stars as well as 2 Navy Crosses. Losing my leg was painful, and emotionally challenging. But I overcame. I still had my brain, and I found a way. Now I own my own company. Consulting, black ops, private security, and as well, surveillance. I am also an expert interrogator, and an expert when it comes to inescapable restraint as you can see.” He laughed at that and went on, “In other words, when I tie someone up, they are not going anywhere until I decide to untie them.” He chuckled again and said, “So I do need to confess that the deck was somewhat stacked against you when it comes to the little challenge I gave you, but you were so desperate to not pay society’s price for your crimes, you accepted the deal I proposed quite readily.”

He went on, “And that is the crux of the problem with people like you. You were given a real shitty deal. That much is true. So was I, but I dealt with it, and I’m a success. I live somewhat modestly, but I have more money than I’ll ever spend, and I enjoy what I do. You could’ve made that choice, but you chose crime. You know what you are doing and I do not want to hear your sob story or any begging.” So with that said he picked up the ball, grabbed her jaw, forced it open, and shoved it back in, and placed several strips of the wide black sticky tape over her mouth. He said, “You likely don’t need the tape as that ball is just the right size to fit, and snug enough that you can’t force it out, but I think it increases the feeling of helplessness, and aesthetically, I like the way it looks. So let’s get to work.” he said.

He snipped the cobra cuffs and the zip ties securing her legs. He told her not to try anything as the punishment would be severe. Then he ordered her to stand and strip. 1st, she peeled off her gloves, taking care to remove them one finger at a time. Then she fished the zipper lanyard out of the neck of the unitard, pulled that open and then slid that down off her shoulders and arms, down her hips and off of her legs. Again taking care not to turn them inside out. Now she stood in her underwear. It was expensive Victoria’s Secret lingerie and it saddened her that she’d no longer be able to wear it as it gave her confidence, for all that would do her now, she began to strip out of that as well, the bra clasped in front and was easily removed, the thong panties slipped right down. Now all she had left was the plug nestled firmly in her ass. He ordered her to turn around, with her hands behind her back. This time it was metal handcuffs being cinched onto her now bare wrists. He placed them higher in order to prevent her from slipping them. He ordered her to sit down one more time, which she did. The seat of the chair was cold. He disappeared into the shadows of the cellar. She heard the metallic squeal of a hinge and then a loud click and the entire cellar was now bathed in light. Alexis uttered as good of a gasp as she could with her filled and sealed mouth.

Alexis took in all that there was to see. Hanging from hooks on the walls were numerous items; bundles of rope, chains, and cuffs made of metal as well as leather. There were varying sizes of rubber balls with straps running through them, that she knew to be ballgags. There were gags that had phallus shaped attachments on harnesses made of leather. There were different hoods made of leather and latex on mannequin heads sitting on shelves. There were many leather straps and harnesses and what looked like whips, paddles and floggers. She recognized these items as she’d seen them in the store fronts in the city. One of her fences owned an adult “toy” store that she had to walk through in order to get to his office. There was also furniture; a heavy duty, rough hewn chair with leather straps attached to it, and a large wooden “X”. There was a pillory, she’d seen pictures of those in books and as well as in movies. There were a couple conventional cages. One cage was shaped like a small person and hanging from the heavy beamed ceiling like a bird cage. Also hanging from the ceiling were many hooks and chains. On shelves were large bundles of zip ties, roles of tape, and all manner of things to tie someone up with. Also on the wall were numbers of clamps, and other small instruments, that’s sole purpose was to inflict pain. Alexis realized with horror that what she was seeing was a torture chamber. A medieval dungeon full of implements that would likely be used on her.

He was not in her line of sight at the moment, but she heard him say, “So this will be your new home. You will eat, sleep, serve your sentence, and do your penance here. I will be frank about it; it is a life sentence Alexis where you will pay for your crimes. As you look around this chamber, you are seeing a collection of items that at one point or another will be used on you. However, in the last three weeks I have collected an arsenal of weapons that are custom made just for you. They are the weapons of your destruction and since you are a special guest here Alexis, special arrangements have been made.” Alexis wondered why he called these things “weapons” of her “destruction”?

He went on as if he was answering her, “You will cease to exist as you are now. From a physiological sense, you’ll exist on this plane, but as your specially designed punishments are implemented, punishments meant specifically to break you as well as humiliate you, but as time goes on, you will be broken to a point where Alexis will give way to an object that exists only to be tortured and used.” You will eventually become a “gimp”, a sub-human being that lives for pain and punishment. You will no longer have the power of speech. Except for meals and hygiene, you will be perpetually gagged. You will also be bound in one form or another for the rest of your life. You will have no say in what happens on a day to day basis. You will be covered from head to toe to finger tip in a custom made black latex garment that will secure you into nothingness. It is a unique latex that as it is warmed by your body heat it will shrink and adhere to your skin. It’s durable, and will stand up to the number of ways that I will inflict pain and punishment. It will be so completely smooth as not to show any creases or wrinkles as a normal latex suit would. It will become a second skin. It breathes so that makes it so it does not need to come off as often. In order for it to adhere properly though, all your hair must be removed.” This caught Alexis by surprise. Her hair was her best feature. Tears began to roll down her cheeks once again. He continued, “I know. It seems a shame as it is really an impressive head of hair, but if you look at the positive, you won’t need to take care of it and your hood will fit so smoothly over your head and adhere so well. In fact so well, that it will appear to be natural. I’ve been guaranteed that.

This was not a comforting thought at all as Alexis continued to look around the cellar. She wondered who would have such a collection of things. He got up and walked around behind her and she felt something being buckled around her neck. A collar, and then she heard a snap as he clipped a leash to it. She felt a tug, indicating he wanted her to stand. He continued to tug at the leash. Leading her like an animal towards a doorway which as they made their way to it, she continued to take in the sinister surroundings with a mixture of terror and awe. She knew about BDSM, and from the look of things, he was most certainly a dominant and some serious sadomasochism taking place here and furthermore his clientele were all women as the hoods all had feminine shapes to them.

As these thoughts ran around her head, he led her through the doorway. Inside was a full bathroom with a sink and vanity, a walk in shower, and a toilet. The shower was complete with a chain hanging from the ceiling, and leg irons welded into the metal floor. There was a chair in front of the sink and to her horror, a set of electric clippers, a razor, and a can of shaving gel on the vanity. There was also a jar containing a blue gel and bottles of what was probably soap. He ordered her to sit, and then he secured her cuffs to a chain and shackled her ankles to the legs. He gently pulled the tape off of her mouth. He then began to work the ball out of her mouth pausing to say, “if you talk, I will remove your tongue, and teeth, fill your mouth with an expanding foam that hardens, then I will sew it shut. Blink twice if you understand.” Alexis blinked and he removed the ball.

He unwound a length of dental floss and flossed her teeth, gave her water and told her to rinse. She considered spitting the water at him, but remembered his warning. He then applied toothpaste to a battery operated toothbrush and began to thoroughly brush her teeth. He was surprisingly gentle. When that was finished, she rinsed again and then he filled her mouth with a fluoride mouthwash. She knew the taste from the dentist's office. She worked it around her mouth. No rinse this time after she spit.

He wiped her mouth with a towel, and then he worked the ball back into her mouth. No tape this time. The rubbery taste of the ball and the mouthwash were awful. He then took the clippers off the vanity and moved behind her. She noticed for the 1st time that she was sitting in front of a mirror. Because she was sitting she could only see herself from her shoulders up. Her full lips were slightly parted such that she could just see the ball wedged into her mouth. It was yellow. Alexis tried to move her tongue, but it was once again compressed and pinned to the floor of her mouth.

She looked up and he was standing behind her. He’d taken off his flannel shirt at some point and was only wearing a black t-shirt, his powerful arms and broad shoulders more visible. She saw why she’d been so easily subdued as he was in phenomenal condition. He began to undue her hair from its tight up do and her long dark wavy hair cascaded down her back. She heard a click and then the familiar buzz of the clippers as he flipped them on. He put his hand on her forehead and she felt the clippers touch to just below her hair line. In the mirror Alexis saw him pull the clippers back over the top of her head as they cut a path backwards exposing her scalp. Tears began to well up into her eyes as she watched her thick black tresses fall to the floor. This continued until all that remained of her hair was a very thin stubble. He continued to run the clippers over her scalp making sure that all the hair was gone. Tears ran down her cheeks and landed on her bare breasts and drool dripped from her mouth as she cried. Alexis’s best feature was now gone.

He took the razor, an old fashion straight one from the vanity and the can of shave gel. He depressed the button of the can and a large glob of the gel landed on her scalp. He began to massage it in until it had worked up a lather. She could feel him expertly dragging the blade over her scalp, removing the black stubble. She could not watch as this took place. He did not say a word as this process carried on. Her head felt cold as he put a little gel on her eyebrows, whisking each of them away in one swift stroke.

The process was complete as the feeling of the razor on her skin stopped. Alexis just sat there helplessly. Opening her eyes, she just stared at herself in the mirror. Completely bald, she looked like some sort of freak. The only hair left on her face were her lashes. Why did he have to shave her head? As tears continued to roll down her face, he began to unhook her restraints from the chair, then unshackled her ankles and rearranged the metal cuffs so her wrists were now in front. He tugged on the leash and once she stood, he guided her into the shower stall. The stall was made of shiny stainless steel, and the floor was freezing. He attached her cuffs to the hanging chain so that her arms were just slightly raised above her shoulders. He removed the collar and reached in and took the spray nozzle from its bracket, held it away from her and turned on the water. The water was cold as a little splashed on her, but it soon warmed up. It was a high pressure nozzle so as he thoroughly rinsed off her head and then began to spray down her entire body, it felt like a massage almost. Once that was done he donned a pair of surgical gloves and began to lather up her pussy, and the little hair she had remaining down there was gone in a matter of seconds with a few expert swipes of the razor. He rinsed that off and was working his hands around to rinse her anus when he asked, “What do we have here? Is this an anal plug Alexis? So you like it in the ass do you?” He laughed and went on, “Who knew you were such a little slut? And this is a big one too. Not to worry though, my little slave. I have a nice big one for you.” With that said he not so gently pulled the butt plug out and discarded it in a trash can. Alexis groaned as he continued to work on her. He rinsed out her anus and continued to spray the warm water all over her body. It felt good. The water was warm and the pressure was good. Had this been happening in any other situation, it’d have been great. Alexis told herself she’d likely not have too many experiences with this kind of thing in the near future, so she’d better enjoy it.

He put the nozzle back into its bracket and began to cover her head with the blue gel from the jar. As he did that he explained, “What I am applying to your skin now is a depilatory gel. In other words, it is a hair remover. It kills the roots of all your hair everywhere it is applied.” As he spoke he massaged the gel all over her body, into her vagina, into her crack, and under her arms. At first it felt cool, but then it tingled and then got warm. It was not painful, but it was kind of a strange feeling. After a few minutes, he rinsed her off, and she could see the remnants of her hair flowing down into the drain. After a thorough rinsing of her pussy and ass, he took out an enema bag. He filled it with some warm water and attached a large rounded head to the tubing and inserted it into her anus and began to pump water in. She could feel the warmth as the water filled her colon. Cramping set in, but he just kept pumping. He pulled the applicator out and ordered her to “hold it”. Then he placed his hand over her ass and kind of held her anus closed for a minute. Alexis could feel the warm water liquifying the material in her colon. Then he told her to let her bowels go. The hot water came cascading out and the smell was not good. It ran down her legs, but he thoroughly rinsed it all down the drain and after a bit the smell dissipated. He filled the bag again and repeated the process. Then a third time, stating, “We need you thoroughly cleansed inside and out Alexis.” rinsing her thoroughly each time.

At that point he proceeded to apply a body wash, and as it turned out, her body wash, and he said, “Yes, this is your brand of body wash. I bought it to use on you as I cannot risk allergic reactions to a soap of any kind.”

Again, another surprising fact about me that he knew, Alexis thought to herself. He seemed to know so many intimate details. The question was though, how?

As if in answer, he said, “It’s not really too hard to find information these days. Doing what I do and for whom, I have access to so many different databases. You were a little more difficult to find as you have no social media, very few people you call friends, and no credit cards. You also do not see any physicians regularly accept an OB/Gyn. Otherwise you just go to urgent care and pay cash, but you do have savings, a social security number, and a legit job. So you weren’t too hard to find. It also was not any more difficult for me to get into your apartment than it was for you to get into my house. All your soaps and skin care products are here, except for shampoo. You won’t be needing that.” He laughed at that and stopped talking and focused on washing her. He applied generous amounts of soap onto a bath sponge and scrubbed her skin, it was almost as good as a spa treatment. He washed her inside and out. Her skin felt better than it ever had and she could feel the hairlessness as the depilatory had removed everything but her eyelashes. She thought to herself that if she’d not been chained and gagged this would be great. Despite her captivity, she began to relax. Alexis had always liked a good shower, and would be loving this one now except she was in the hands of this mad man and only heaven knew what was next.

The shower ran as he thoroughly rinsed Alexis off. Then with the water still running on her, he left the room. So she stood there chained and gagged, soaking up the hot water. Then he returned, turned off the water and began to towel dry her. Then he un-cuffed her hands and took her by the arm and had her stand in front of the mirror. He asked her if she had to go to the bathroom. She did have to pee, so she nodded yes and he gestured to the toilet. She sat and emptied her bladder. He helped her stand. He then used moist feminine wipes to clean her ass and vagina. Meanwhile, Alexis looked at herself in the mirror. She was as smooth as she possibly could be. Her face without eyebrows was completely smooth, there were no telltale black specks on her head as the gel had taken care of that. Alexis noticed that her scalp was lighter than the rest of her head as her hair had been so thick, that skin was completely hidden from any sun or weathering. There was no sign of the light vellus hair. All of it was just gone. The heavy duty shower had removed all traces of her make up. She still had a very pretty face, but her scars were very visible without her cosmetics. She noticed that even though still very full, her lips were pale.

He lifted her arms to make sure her arm pits were bare, he felt through her vulva and into the crack of her ass, she felt her nipples getting hard when he momentarily fingered her anus. He smiled at her erect nipples and then he laughed and said, “Your breasts are very small, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were a boy. But no worries, I’ve tortured small tits before. In fact I like torturing them more as it seems as if they are more sensitive and the nipples are usually big in relation to the rest of it. Nipples are where all the nerves are, and trust me, I’ll find every nerve in your body sooner or later.” At that, the cuffs went back onto her wrists behind her back. Then the collar and leash were next. He tugged, she stood, and he led her back out and towards the center of the room. On the table was a pile of objects and as they got closer, she could smell the rubber. There were also some items that looked to be made of leather and metal. There were also several roles of the same tape he sealed her mouth with. This was obviously what he intended her to wear.

When they reached the table and its pile of black latex and leather he said, “So the reason for the hair removal has to do with this specially designed latex. As I stated, it’s a specially formulated compound. It’s thicker than normal latex fetish wear. Once applied, it warms up with your body heat, and contracts. Then, it will adhere to your skin. The hair removal and subsequent depilation, combined with the gel used to apply the latex will shrink the suit and your empty hair follicles will grip the suit almost like suction cups. As this process takes place you will feel it clinging to every crevice of your body. It is porous as well, making the need for frequent removal and cleaning unnecessary. It will need to be removed from time to time of course, but in other words you will essentially be encased in a new skin made of dull black latex. Your mouth will remain filled and sealed. Your face will be blank under the black hood. It is equipped with nasal inserts to keep your sinuses clear and to hide any flesh. As well, you will be kept blindfolded. However, your flesh around your eyes will be painted with a black extended wear make up, lids and all so as to hide your human flesh for those times when you're not blindfolded. You will become nothing. A nameless, faceless gimp. Living in a black void. Living only to be tortured and punished. It is a life sentence, and it began the moment you stepped off that bus tonight. It will be days before anyone will look for you. Your boss at your job will probably file a missing persons report in a few days when you don’t show up to work. The cops will look for you, but after a few days they’ll stop, and your identity will be relegated to a box in the cold case evidence room. Later tonight, I will empty your bank account and put it into an untraceable trust where I will divide it among your victims. When you are no longer contributing to Social Security, your money will be absorbed by the trust fund and your number deactivated. That will be the last electronic evidence of your existence. In a month or so, as your rent goes unpaid your landlord will put your belongings in storage, and in a year the locker will be auctioned and then the items taken or sold. After that Alexis Petero will cease to exist.”

Alexis stared at the objects on the table. Then she looked at him. He told her to sit down and once she did, he picked up a roll of the 3 inch wide electrical tape. He pulled a strip away and applied it to her mouth, and began to wrap it around her head, again tucking it under her nose, and down over her chin smoothing every layer as it was wrapped over her mouth. Securely gagged, he picked up a bottle, Alexis saw that it was the same lubricant she used.

She hadn’t noticed until just then that there were two large metal phalluses on the table. One was long and thick and shaped like a penis, the other she recognized as a butt plug. A butt plug that was longer and thicker than anything she’d had in her ass. He had her stand and then squeezed a generous amount of the lube into his gloved hand and began to massage it into her pussy and then her ass. He stepped behind her and said, “This should be just about your favorite part as I noticed you had quite the collection of toys in your apartment. However, none of them are capable of what these can do. Again they are custom made and are WiFi enabled. They both get hot and cold, they vibrate at many different speeds, and they also administer electric shocks. They’re operated by an app on my phone and I can make them do whatever I want from wherever I want, whenever I want.”

With that she felt the cold steel tip of the plug nudge between her ass cheeks and contact her anus. As he began to push, it got bigger and bigger, penetrating deeply, more deeply than any of her plugs ever went. As the thickest part was pushed in, a whimper escaped her filled and sealed mouth. Then the stem reached her sphincter which closed itself around the plug. It was firmly in place. Her ass had never been so full. The hardness of the steel had no give and was going to take time to get used to. Next, he lubed up the dildo and began the process of inserting that into her pussy. That was much easier, but it was long and thick and seemed to take forever to find its way in. It too had a narrower stem and a plate shaped to fit over her pussy’s exterior. He then took a damp towel and wiped away any access lube. Once he finished that, he changed his gloves and grabbed a black plastic tube and he explained, “This is the dressing gel I told you about. It will ease the application of each part of your new skin. It’s hypoallergenic and I checked that you have no known allergies to its components.” With that said, he squeezed a dollop of the gel onto his hand and began to massage it onto her skin. It was cold but seemed to warm up.

As Alexis continued to stand, he rubbed it into every nook and cranny of her body. Then he reached down and picked up what appeared to be a pair of latex tights. He told her to sit, and once she’d complied, he began to work them onto her feet. Sitting drove both implements inserted inside her deeper and a little wince escaped her gagged mouth. He looked up at her and said, “I’m thinking at this point that the fight is out of you, but just in case you feel you have nothing to lose, I’d just keep cooperating.”

The feet of the tights had actual toes and it took a minute to get those lined up, but once that was done, the legs of the tights smoothly traveled up her calf’s to her knees. He had her stand and before long the waist band of the tights was sitting just below her belly. Alexis could feel the tights contracting and molding to her legs and hips. When she looked down she could see the wrinkles and creases disappearing almost like shrink wrap. Alexis also noticed that the latex tights were crotchless, making her now bald but filled pussy exposed. She could tell that her plugged ass was uncovered too. Her wrists were still cuffed behind her, but she could feel around and the latex was smooth and had a black matte finish to it, much like her unitard. She could feel her fingers stroking her hip as if it were just her bare skin. He then spun her so her back was to him and then he removed the cuffs. Next, he picked up a black latex glove and began to work the glove’s fingers over her own, and then rolled the upper above her elbow to mid bicep, doing the same for her other arm. Again, as soon as the gloves were seated properly, she could feel the latex contracting and molding to her skin. She looked down at her hands and could see the latex adhering to her knuckles. Once that was done, he told her to sit and close her eyes. The hiss of an aerosol spray was followed by the feel of droplets hitting and clinging to her eye lids as well as the flesh around her eyes. After a minute or two, he told her to open her eyes.

He had placed a full length mirror in front of her. Her lids and the area around her eyes was black as if she were wearing an eye mask. He ran his finger over it, determined it to be dry and proceeded to take the next thing from the table, the hood. As he placed it atop her bald head, it took a bit to get it pulled down and over her face, but he got it done and then the eye and nose openings lined up. Once again, Alexis could feel the latex shrinking and adhering to her face, it had no mouth opening, and he deftly seated the nasal inserts into her nose. Which molded right into the walls of her outer nasal passages. Not only could Alexis feel it shrink, she could feel the latex pull at her skin as the two things almost melded together. She wondered how it would come off. She looked in the mirror and her face was gone under the hood, and again, she watched as the black latex captured every contour of her face, except for her mouth. There was no outline of her lips. That area was as smooth as if there had never been a mouth. He’d wound the tape so smoothly that there were no telltale signs of it. All that remained of her face was the whites of her eyes. The hood also had a long neck and then a portion that extended down to just above her small breasts and she could feel the bottom edge across her shoulder blades.

Once again, he prompted her to stand, and he took the largest of the latex garments in hand. He placed his hands inside and spread it out, and began to work it down over her head. He took her black latex encased arms and fed them into the sleeve of what was a latex leotard. The ends of the sleeves were gauntleted just like those of her unitard, but he put them on over the gloves and worked her thumbs and fingers into their respective openings. He then pulled the shoulders of the leotard and stretched the flaps at the bottom down and in between her legs where he snapped a couple heavy duty clasps. Then he tucked the flaps extending from the hood into the shoulders of the leotard smoothed them and zipped up the back, sealing her completely in the latex.

Alexis looked at herself in the mirror. She was as black as a shadow. She held her latex encased hands out and looked down at them. The latex had even mold itself to her shorter but manicured nails. She could even see the veins on the back of her hands. As she flexed her hands and turned her head, she’d expected to hear a squeal as the rubber reacted to friction, but there was no squeal as there was no friction because the latex moved with her. Alexis looked down at her legs. She was encased in what looked to be a seamless black covering. Once again the only thing visible from her human existence was her eyes. She could feel the latex fitting into her ass and vagina, driving the plug and dildo deeper. It clung into her armpits, the small of her back, in between her shoulder blades, every contour and curve she had was perfectly covered. As the suit continued to contract Alexis could see her abs and feel the latex working its way into her ears somewhat, although those were just bumps on the side of her head. It tightened even more around her mouth and molded to her small breasts, and it even molded around her now erect nipples. She was completely encased.

He said, “This worked out better than I could have imagined. That Dexter is a genius. It truly is like a skin.” He ran his hands over her back and ass, her breasts and even her vagina. He pinched her erect nipples and she winced. Then he stated, “It’s even smoother than skin, and there is not even a wrinkle.” He continued on, “It really is ingenious how your new skin was created though. You probably noted how tight it all was as each piece was put on you.” She had and was rather amazed at the thought. He continued to explain, “It was custom made for you as were the plug and dildo. I have several hours of recorded footage of you observing my home Alexis, and from countless angles. Dexter has a software that can take the dimensions off of a target down to the micron and produce an accurate size. He then 3D printed a model of you and created each item that comprises your new skin. Don’t worry though Alexis it will come off, as it will need to be cleaned and you’ll need to be washed as well. But because of the breathability of the material it is made of, I can put you right in the shower, latex skin and all and you will be clean. But certain other maintenance will be needed. Your plug and dildo will need to come out and your anus and vagina cleaned as well as the implements themselves. You’ll also need regular depilatory treatments to keep your hair from growing. Your follicles will eventually stop growing hair in the same way as other chemicals ruin hair. But still the depilatory will need application as we can’t have any blemishes on your perfectly smooth black body. You will become nothing, as I stated before a 24/7 torture gimp. Now let’s get you trussed up.”

He took an item off of the table, it was made of leather and seemed to be a collection of straps and buckles, as well as rings and rivets. He told her that it is a body harness. It fit over her head almost the same as the leotard. Straps were draped over her shoulders and then a strap was laid across her chest, the ends under her arms and then fastened in the back, which he pulled tight, another under her breasts and then around her waist. Finally another strap was pulled tight in between her legs and buckled in back. This pushed the plug and dildo more firmly into her orifices. Each buckle’s tongue had a hasp that he put a small padlock on as she heard the clicks.

Chapter 4: Transformation

He turned her around and she felt the cold steel of shackles being placed on her wrists. These were different as there weren’t separate cuffs with a chain, they were all one piece and locked with a cylinder type lock, not allowing any movement on her wrists. Another set was secured to her elbows. He then took a leather cone like object off of the table that had straps all over it. He slipped it up and over her arms and up to just under her armpits. It fit tightly and was secured by straps that went over her shoulders then crossed perfectly in between her breasts, and were fastened in back. More locks and then straps were secured at her wrists, elbows and just below her armpits pulling her arms together, elbows and upper arms touching. Locks were also installed. The next thing he did was fasten more straps that pulled her now strictly bound arms into her back, locking them as well. He explained, “What I just put on you is a single glove arm-binder. It quite tightly holds your arms together and allows very little, if any movement. That is the primary way your arms will be restrained. I’m sure it’s uncomfortable now, but you will become accustomed. You’ll never have need of your arms other than the exercises I’ll put you through to keep your musculature from atrophy. After all, this is a life sentence and I want you alive and healthy to enjoy as much of it as you can, for as long as you can.”

He guided her back onto her chair and began to work on her legs. Smooth stainless steel cuffs similar to those around her wrists and elbows were put on her ankles Leather straps were used to secure her mid calf, just below, then above her knees, then mid-thigh, and upper thigh to just below her buttocks; all of which were locked, then heavy duty zip ties were fed between her latex covered legs, around the straps and then tightened, pulling her legs together snugly. The one on her upper thigh squeezed her ass and pussy tighter over the metal objects inside her, making her groan with pleasure. What the hell is wrong with me? Alexis thought. How could her body be responding like this? She was bound and gagged in an uncomfortable, tight manner, covered from head to toe to finger tip in black latex, and her holes filled with stainless steel and her body was enjoying it as her mind screamed no. Every nerve in her body was alive as Alexis’s brain screamed its protests. The plug wedged tightly in her ass was huge as was the dildo in her pussy and both poked deep into the orifices they occupied. She could feel her muscles tense around them causing a burning pleasure.

As Alexis took all this in. He said, “Are those groans of pleasure? I wondered if maybe after the number of times you were found bound and gagged while in jail or for your 3 day ordeal if you’d found it exhilarating. It’s the helplessness isn’t it? The lack of control. It makes sense as you are in an inextricable situation. Inescapable bondage, your face essentially taken away, no freedom, no ability to speak, and your body responds this way.” He considered Alexis for a moment, then concluded, “Wait until the torture starts.”

Alexis felt a wave of terror. Like this was not torture enough. She watched in the mirror as he retrieved another object off of the table. It was made of leather and as he maneuvered to put it on her she could see that it had a collar which he buckled tightly then there was a part that fit under her chin and up over her mouth and buckled behind her head like a muzzle. It fit perfectly and he pulled them both tightly. She heard the familiar click of small padlocks being applied.

Then there appeared to be a harness that he left hanging. In his hand was one more object that also appeared to be made of leather. However, instead of putting it on her, he pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her. He looked her right in the eye. Alexis looked him in the eye as well. She wondered at this point how she ended up here. Was he right? Could she have chosen a different path. She had often considered that herself, but crime had always seemed easiest. She had to confess to herself that she was something of a thrill junkie. Every time she illegally entered a house, the possibility of getting caught was always there. It always gave her a high, and the more she got away with, the bigger the high. The more challenging the more exciting. Maybe that’s why she chose this house. It looked like a formidable target, more challenging, and a part of her knew that there was an elevated chance she’d get caught. So why then? Why did she try to rob this house? She knew she’d go to prison if caught. So why? Was it just the lure of what was here? This would have been one of her best hauls had she not been caught. Alexis was not bad at reading people either. This guy was definitely an alpha. He exuded power. But he was unassuming as well and that was where her miscalculation came into play. So here I sit Alexis thought to herself, bound and gagged, holes plugged, covered in latex and leather, and about to begin a life of torture.

Marcus sat across from Alexis and considered her for a moment. Wide eyed and scared. The latex covering all but the whites of her eyes, almost black irises then the wide dilated pupils. The anticipation and fear she must be feeling. It was almost intoxicating for him. All that was left in terms of her bondage was the blindfold he now held in his hand. He just had to decide how he was going to leave her for the night. He looked at his watch, 1 am. It was Sunday. He would be entertaining a guest later on; a guest Alexis would know, and he would need some sleep. Alexis' eyes were locked on him, wondering what was next. He considered leaving her in the cage, but that was more for her to watch him deal with his many submissive women including a few people Alexis will know. No. For her 1st night, a nice strict hogtie.

Marcus spoke, “From this moment forward, you will no longer be referred to as Alexis. You will be known as “gimp”, or any other name I want to call you. You will be broken, you will forget that you are a human woman and you will become a sub-human object. A nameless faceless item that serves one purpose, my entertainment, with no limits other than the ones I impose on myself. However, you will not be broken to the point that you become a mindless drone. As I said you will be put through a physically therapeutic regime that will keep you fit, your mind will be stimulated, and you’ll be allowed to orgasm as that is a healthy thing. You’ll be allowed to watch me put my stable of submissive women through their paces. There will be cognitive exercises in order to keep your mind sharp enough to not get too used to the torture and pain. Again, I want you to be aware of what’s happening and feel as well as understand the pain as well as the mental anguish. You will be fed and hydrated, treated when you are sick and any wounds treated.”

With that he stood, walked around behind Alexis and applied the blindfold. Then, she could feel the harness attached and the muzzle being secured. An inverted “Y” was pulled up over her latex covered head and secured to a buckle fixed to the top back edge of the muzzle, the familiar click of a lock. Then a band around her forehead also buckled in back and locked the “Y” strap snugged the muzzle tighter under her chin. Her face was completely covered and she was in darkness again.

Alexis could feel his powerful hands grasp her upper arms and lifting her to her feet. He guided her face down onto the stone floor and onto a soft rug into a prone position. She heard the rattling of chains and tugging at the restraints on her ankles. This was followed by her calves being pulled up towards her buttocks. Alexis felt a leather strap being fed under her upper thigh, and up over her high ankle and then secured such that her heel rested just under buttocks. The click of a lock and then the sound of the chain being fed through a “D” ring at the tip of the mono glove, pulled tight and then up onto another “D” ring on the strap that went over the top of her head. This pulled her head up and arched her body so that her abdomen was all that touched the floor. This too was secured with a lock. She heard his voice say “I realize the locks are a bit excessive as is most of this bondage you are in. However, I think it enhances the helplessness of your situation and the permanence of it. I am going to leave you to contemplate your fate. Sleep well gimp.”

Alexis heard his footfalls away, the loud click of the lights being turned off, and up the stairs. She heard the heavy door close and she was alone. She had no concept of time as she lay there, wondering how she would ever sleep, but she could feel sleep taking over. Open under the blindfold, her eyes began to close, her breathing became shallow but regular. A dream state took over and Alexis slept.

Chapter 5: The Gimp

Marcus had finished bundling up his new toy at about 1am and made his way to his bedroom. He undressed and walked into his bathroom and entered his walk in shower. He removed his prosthetic leg and sat on the bench that was installed inside. He liked a good shower and turned it on as hot as he could stand it. As he soaked up the water, he contemplated what he’d do with his prisoner. He believed in what he was doing. This girl had victimized a lot of people and would have victimized even more. One family he read about had been saving for years for a trip and she had stolen the money. They not only lost what she’d stolen, but all the deposits and flights they’d paid for were just gone. It was true she had a rough go when she was a child. However, she had chosen the wrong path. To take from others, was inexcusable and jail had taught her nothing but how to be more proficient of a criminal. She did not deserve to be out in society, passing judgment on those who had worked hard for what they had. As far as he was concerned, she’d had her 3 strikes and she was now out.

Her life would be one of torture to pay for the torture she’d put those families through. A living hell for a nameless faceless gimp. With the network of people and contacts he had. Marcus would be able to make it happen. He’d made the decision that he’d never sexually assault her, but sexual tortures were not out of the question. He finished up his shower, dried himself and dressed in boxers, and lay in bed, contemplating what he was going to put his little gimp through. He’d thought maybe he’d activate the implements embedded in her holes, but decided against it. After a few more minutes of thought on what he had done, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Alexis was drowning in a sea of black. The last thing she remembered was him binding her into what could only be described as a hogtie. She’d been hogtied before as a few of her assailants had left her bound that way on a couple occasions. Eventually, after the final restraints were locked into place, Alexis fell asleep by some miracle. At first, her dreams were a cacophony of disjointed images. Her parents' faces, some of the faces who tortured her in juvie, her bull lovers in jail, and then finally, his smiling smug face with that cruel look in his eyes.

That all finally settled down and in her dream she had a feeling of serenity. She was walking alone down a wooded path. As Alexis proceeded, she looked back and knew somehow that she was walking away from her past. Something that she was happy about. However, as her dream took her closer and closer to a clearing, Alexis felt a foreboding as if something dark waited for her there. Something that caused a pang of fear, yet she kept heading towards it. As she reached the clearing, Alexis saw the surface of a lake. The water was blue and it was surrounded by dense woods. The air smelled clean and the sun was warm with a cooler breeze. As peaceful as the environment appeared, Alexis sensed something sinister lived beneath the surface of the blue water. Alexis found a large boulder, weathered smooth by the environment and she sat down. She looked out over the water and felt a sense of contentment.

Alexis closed her eyes and breathed in the air and opened her eyes and looked down at the lake. A black shadow had appeared just off the shore. Alexis stared at it for a brief moment and just as she was about to stand and walk away, a long thick black tendril shot out of the water and seized Alexis by the ankle, then another grabbed her other ankle, then another her wrist, she watched as the black tendril began to cover her limbs in a black substance that spread up her legs and arms. Alexis tried to scream but a tendril covered her mouth and spread over her face. At that point Alexis realized she’d been naked the entire time. The black substance continued to work its way up, replacing her own skin with a smooth black one. She could feel her skin almost melting into the black substance. The substance found its way into her vagina and anus, filling and sealing both shut and expanding to completely fill both orifices, going from viscous to solid. It found its way into her mouth, filling and sealing that before it covered her face like a hood. Her arms were forced behind her and fused together as were her legs. Unable to cry out, Alexis stood for as long as she could when some force guided her body to the ground.

As that took place, Alexis could feel the substance binding her arms tightly and all the way up so her elbows touched. Then she felt her legs being forced to bend, drawing her feet up over her thighs and touching her buttocks and secured in place by the black substance that seemed to enhance every nerve on her skin. Then it forced her head up, bowing her body into a strict hogtie.

Alexis stared out at the lake. Then an unseen force seemed to be carrying her towards the lake, which had turned black. The idyllic background of dense woods had disappeared into shadow. Then Alexis felt herself being lowered into the black liquid of the lake. Suddenly, Alexis could no lover see as she lay suspended there in darkness and she could feel the black substance becoming one with her skin as it got tighter and tighter. She could hear her muffled protests, “MMMMMMMPH”.

Before long Alexis struggled into wakefulness. Her eyes were still covered and she was still securely bound and gagged. After a few moments she remembered where she was and what had happened. She could feel the steel restraints, the wide collar on her neck, as well as the large steel plugs in her vagina and ass, and like in her dream, every nerve in her body was alive. Alexis did not know if it was the latex, or the arousal she’d been forced to experience. She could manage a few little movements in her restraints, but actually slipping out of them was impossible. There was tension in her shoulders and legs, due to the way she was bound, but again there was no tingling in her fingers or toes as an indication of anything being too tight.

Alexis let out another, “MMMMMMMMPH, MMMMMMMMMPH.” For all the good it did. She knew she had fallen asleep, and thought that it was surprising that she had done so and had dreamt the entire time. She had no concept of time and no idea of how long she’d slept. To say she was comfortable bound and gagged as she was would be an exaggeration but she was not in discomfort either. She knew that she was hungry and needed to go to the bathroom. She also knew that she was aroused. She swallowed the drool that started to pool at the back of her filled and sealed mouth and could do nothing but wait.

A little time passed by and Alexis heard what sounded like footfalls coming down the stairs. She felt tugging on the chains that held her in the strict hogtie, and her legs being eased back. Her latex covered toes were now touching the floor. She was picked up and carried a short distance and sat in a chair. Shortly after that, Alexis felt a tug on the muzzle harness as it was unlocked and then unbuckled. The pressure the tightly fastened straps created eased and then the muzzle folded down and hung from the collar it was attached too. Next, off came the blindfold and thankfully, the light was not too bright. As her eyes adjusted and her surroundings came into focus, he came into view.

He had that same grin on his face. That helped clear her head and fully remember her predicament. As he replaced the muzzle, he said, “I’m going to guess you must have to pee. He began to remove the straps from her legs; snipping the zip ties, unlocking the locks, and removing the metal cuffs that secured her ankles, and replaced them with leg irons. He helped her up and helped her walk to the bathroom where he donned a pair of latex gloves. He unbuckled the harness strap that ran in between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of her leotard and pulled the flaps out of the way. He removed the dildo and anal plug, depositing both into the sink, and sat her on the toilet.

The anal plug coming out made her gasp as her sphincter had settled in around it. She emptied her bladder and waited to see if she needed to move her bowels. Nothing there, but she’d had no solid food since the breakfast she’d had before that last shift, which was probably yesterday morning. While she took care of her business, he thoroughly cleaned the implements. He asked her if she’d finished and as Alexis nodded yes, he took a sanitary wipe and thoroughly cleaned her vagina. That felt good and she was afraid she was going to cum, but she was able to prevent that.

Once that was finished, he stood her up, lubed and reinserted the dildo and plug. Alexis let out a moan of pleasure at which he chuckled. He re-snapped the crotch and re-buckled the harness, and walked her back to the chair.

Alexis noticed that there was a bowl, a spoon and a bottle of water. He removed the muzzle/collar and then began to work the hood off of her head. It pulled at her skin but came off relatively easy and her head now felt cold. He had positioned the mirror in front of her and she could see her hairless head with the layers of tape sealing her mouth and the blackened flesh of her eyes.

He began to work on removing the tape and when that got down to the last layer it pulled at her skin a little more than the hood had but still not much. Alexis wondered to herself how someone became such an expert at binding and gagging people so effectively. Before he removed the ball, he warned, “Remember the ground rules gimp. No talking. Understood?”

Alexis nodded and he prized the ball from her mouth and told her to work her jaw. That was really stiff. She opened and closed her mouth for what seemed like a long time.

After the stiffness subsided, he pulled a chair in front of her and picked up the water bottle, opened it and held it up to her mouth and ordered her to drink. She opened her mouth and he tilted it into her mouth. The water was cool but had a bitter taste. He explained, “The bitter taste is an anti-inflammatory suspension. It will prevent the ‘wrong kind of pain’ and keep your joints mobile. You’ll also notice a sweetness from a glucose compound to keep your joints loose and flexible because some of the positions you will be bound in for long periods require a limber body.”

She drank thirstily. He took the bottle away and took a good look at the flesh around her mouth. He said, “Looks like your skin is getting a bit irritated. No worries though I have a much better gagging tape for you. But for right now, you need to eat.” He pulled the bowl over and Alexis noticed that it contained a grayish paste that looked like oatmeal. “This is what your daily meal will be. It is a low fat whey protein mixture that has all your daily allowances of vitamins and minerals, good fats, and the right amount of the right carbs. It also has fiber, several antioxidant compounds as well as omega 3s. All the nutrition that a gimp needs to stay healthy to live out a life sentence of punishment and torture. You will not have much face to face contact with other humans, but if I am sick I will wear surgical masks and gloves when dealing with you as will anyone else that visits. You will also receive vaccines against the flu, COVID, etcetera.” With that said he scooped a spoonful of the gray goo out of the bowl and held it up to Alexis's mouth. She screwed her lips shut tight and refused to open. He put the spoon down, stood and walked away.

Within minutes he returned and set a few items down on the table. He said. “I want you to listen to me gimp. I am not going to fight with you over the steps I take to care for you. You need to eat this but if you refuse, I am going to seal your mouth permanently. I will pull your teeth, fill your hole with this epoxy filler, seal your lips with another epoxy, then suture it shut. Then wrap it in tape and that will be that. Then I will snake a tube into your nose and down your esophagus and feed and hydrate you that way. I am an expert in all these things and have plenty of submissive ladies in my stable to help. Look around, gimp. See the hoods. They are personal to all my little subs. Each one of them has an expertise that I can use and they would willingly assist in dealing with you. I have discussed with one of my subs who is a surgeon the prospect of removing your lips and then suturing them so they heal together permanently, sealing it as if it had never been there to begin with. Epoxy can flake away over time, so that’d eliminate the need to reapply.” As he described each step he showed her the items he spoke of, which forced a muffled gasp.

Alexis thought, would he be that cruel? Would he mutilate me like that? A part of her felt he would. A chill went down her spine and Alexis surrendered and opened her mouth.

He smiled and said, “That’s a good gimp.” And proceeded to feed her.

The paste was very bland and tasteless. The texture was also gross, but it was filling. When he finished feeding her, he gave her some more of the water and did not say much in between drinks. Once the water was gone he got Alexis up and walked her into the bathroom. By the time they reached the bathroom, she had to go again. The same actions, and she was on the toilet. This time she took care of business fully. He cleaned the plug and dildo, cleaned her up, lubed everything once again and plugged her back up again. Once again, he loaded up a toothbrush and thoroughly brushed her teeth, rinsed it with mouthwash and tap water, inserted the rubber ball, and taped her mouth shut, this time he used a different tape. It was white and thick. He explained, “This is called microform tape. It’s wide, thick and sticky. It will smoothly adhere to your skin and not show under your hood. It’s an advanced bandaging tape and though not as sticky as the vinyl electrical tape, it will do the job without irritating your skin.

After he finished gagging Alexis, he walked her back into the dungeon and over to the table where he reapplied her hood and then the muzzle, with no blindfold this time. He then trussed up her ankles and legs and said, “This will be your daily routine. You will be awakened, fed and watered, hygiene and such will be performed, and then depending on my obligations, prepared for your day. Eventually your body will get accustomed so that you’ll only need food and water once a day and then to evacuate your bladder and bowels once a day. I am an expert in that type of conditioning. He continued, “Today is Sunday, and we have a special visitor later today that you will recognize, but for the next few hours it is just you and me, gimp.”

With that he stood Alexis up and assisted her as he had her hop over to the center of the dungeon. Hanging from a stout beam above was a heavy chain with a heavy duty carabiner at the end which was at Alexis’s waist. He loosened the straps that fixed her monogloved arms into the small of her back and in between her shoulder blades. He spun her around and attached the carabiner to the “D” ring at the end of the single glove her hands were secured. “What I am doing is putting you into a strappado.” Alexis then heard the sound of a winch and felt the chain begin to pull her leather encased arms away from her body, bending her at the waist and then pulling her arms up to the point where she could not stand upright, straining her shoulders. Then he knelt and secured her cuffed legs to the floor with a chain and heavy brass padlock. Next he attached a chain to another D-ring on the strap that fit over the top of her head from back to front that ended with a “Y” that sat on either side of her nose securing the muzzle tightly over her stuffed and sealed mouth.

This was an extremely uncomfortable position, as the chains put strain on her neck and shoulders. Then she felt his hands feeling around on her breasts, then his fingers pinching her nipples. Then what felt like metal jaws bit into them squeezing them flat. He explained, “These are called clover leaf nipple clamps. They are spring loaded and the more they are pulled on the tighter they bite in. I’m going to gradually add weights to the chain attached between the clamps and let gravity do its job”. Alexis felt the pressure of the weights and the clamps biting harder and the weights pulling her nipples and breasts down. This hurt a lot and Alexis screamed into her gag, but only a muffled whimper got passed the ball, tape and muzzle.

Then for the 1st time, her plugs came to life. At 1st it was just a gentle vibration. Then she could feel them getting warm as they vibrated. Every nerve in Alexis’s body came alive, the vibrations increased and then the plugs began to get cold. This was an amazing experience. She no longer had any control over her body, and she felt herself beginning to cum. She heard herself moaning softly. Then suddenly, a jolt of electricity hit her in both her pussy and her ass. Again she screamed into her gag. The pulses kept hitting her and her screams were in rhythm with the pulses as the plugs continued to vibrate, and alternate between hot and cold. The technology that went into this was mind boggling.

Then she felt the sting of the whip. She heard the “crack” and felt the leather stripe her latex covered ass. “MMMMMMMMMM” came out of her but still it was almost nothing to how it felt. Over and over the “whoosh” followed by “crack” as the whip hit her ass and the backs of her legs. This went on for an eternity and then suddenly it all stopped. She hung there panting for a while and then the stress on her arms began to loosen as she heard the winch letting the chain down. He unhooked the chain holding her head up but she remained anchored to the floor. Her breathing was heavy and her ass stung from the flogging. The plug in her ass remained warm as did the dildo in her pussy. Alexis did not have the strength to straighten up and the weights clamped to her nipples made them burn as he raised her into a full standing position.

She continued to breathe heavily, swallowing the drool around the ball. He began to reapply the straps that kept her arms tight into her back, raising the weights to feed the one under her breasts, letting them drop causing an explosion of pain. Her ankles remained shackled to the floor and he removed the chain from the end of her mono glove. The chain was then hooked it to a D-ring on her collar and then she could hear the clang of the chain as he took up the slack with the winch., stopping just short of lifting her from the ground,

More pressure was felt on her nipples as he applied more weights and then he began to flog her front with a cat of nine tails. He hit her hard and each blow was like fire. The implements inserted into her holes activated again hitting her over and over. The weighted clamps pulled her nipples every which way and she was in agony. She felt herself beginning to pass out, sensing that, he stopped. He inserted hooks into her nostrils, pulled them taught, fastening them to the muzzle’s D-ring, and opening her airway allowing more oxygen in, waking her right up. The flogging continued, he hit her front and back. Upward strokes hitting her plugged pussy as it and the anal plug ravaged her insides.

Every nerve in her body was alive. He continued to hit her, pausing with the flogger and slapping her face. She was screaming, but all she could hear was, “MMMMMMMMMM!” with every blow. On his face was a look of cruel pleasure as the iron balls at the ends of the nine braided leather branches bit into her skin. The latex she was covered with absorbed some of the impact but as the repeated strokes began, her skin burned.

The clamps bit into her nipples as the weights bounced around with every blow. Jolt after jolt, heat and cold and the varying intensity of the vibrations of the plugs made her body scream for it all to stop. Her heart was pounding and her breathing rapid. Alexis felt she might explode. Then it stopped, the plugs went dead, the flogging ceased, but the clamps still gripped her nipples as they stretched her small breasts behind the latex. He removed the clamps and her nipples caught fire as the blood returned. They throbbed for a long time, but that got duller and duller. She stood there panting as she seemed to need the air. could. The hooks in her nose pulled it open, allowing for fresh air to come in. Every nerve in her body was awake, looking for sensation.

Alexis remained stretched between the beamed ceiling and the concrete floor. All the lights were on and he had not replaced her blindfold. The walls of the cellar were stone. Alexis mused how this must have cost a fortune. It had glass block windows with vents to the outside. That was probably an additional reason for the gag being so secure and large. But he probably had a way to close them. Also the cellar/dungeon had a very fresh smell. She assumed he had a dehumidifier and an air purifier built in. It was also very clean. He wondered if she was tasked with that. She doubted it though as she recalled that he’d said she would always be strictly bound in one way or another.

While Alexis semi-hung from the ceiling cooling off, Marcus had gone upstairs, made himself a coffee, returned to the dungeon and sat in the armchair he had over in the corner opposite the bathroom. The nameless, faceless gimp was not moving, but for the occasional rise of her chest as she breathed. He thought to himself at how pleased he was with what he had done. At 35, he figured he had a long time to torture her, and at 22, she too had a long time to enjoy her sentence. The only question was, how long did he really think he could keep her. It really was not feasible to keep her for life. Sooner or later he’d have to let her go. He thought, “I’ll worry about that another time.” It had only been about 12 hours since he got her fully secured, so at the moment the only future was now. As he finished his coffee, he activated her plugs. For now just warmth and intense vibrations. After a few seconds, the gimp began to moan and twitch. Her eyes screwed shut as she absorbed the sensation. He stood and walked over to the stairs, then up to the main house. Another shower and a change of clothes. He noticed it was 1 pm so he made himself an egg white omelet with spinach and feta, wheat toast and a green herbal tea. He had left the cellar door open and could hear her muffled screams as the plug’s vibrations slowly climbed in their intensity. He set the plugs to administer the electric shocks and her gagged screams intensified.

As Marcus sat there eating he contemplated the afternoon and evening ahead. An old acquaintance of gimp’s was coming over. Assistant DA Lauren Reilly was coming over. Lauren had been in his stable of sub-missives for a couple years. She was a statuesque beauty with blonde hair, blue eyes and full lips. Marcus had always wondered why Lauren had chosen a career in law over that of something in modeling or entertainment. She was full figured and elegant and he’d gone and sat in on a few of her cases. She always wore a black skirted business suit, opaque black hosiery and black patent pumps. The skirt came to just above her knees and she always wore her hair in a tight bun or a French braid. She had a lot of class and was well respected in the legal community at only 33. However, Marcus knew her secret. He finished his food, went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, used the toilet and headed back downstairs and began to prepare gimp for the visit.

He walked over to where gimp was suspended. He turned off the devices and began to unshackle its ankles from the floor and unhook the chain from its collar, steadying it so it did not fall. He took off the weights and removed the clamps. He easily picked it up and carried it over to its cage, and while installing the gimp into the cage, he contemplated Lauren further.

Lauren had many insecurities. She’d come from a long line of lawyers and every time she argued a case, she showed a skill that made her a natural. However, some cases slipped through her fingers and every time she lost one, her guilt always got the better of her. Lost cases in the past had made her drink and one night she crashed her car into the 400-year-old oak tree in Marcus's front yard.

Unhurt, he brought her into the house and gave her a water. She was obviously drunk and very afraid of the consequences of her actions. He got her calmed down and sobered, She slept in his guest room and the next morning over breakfast Marcus got the story of how she’d come to be in this situation. He assured her that he was not going to call the police. He’d had her car towed to a body shop, and rented her a car and told her to leave her number so he could call her when her car was done.

As he continued to lock the gimp into its cage, he remembered how Lauren fell into his arms sobbing and how he’d given her comfort as her head nestled into his massive chest, stroking her hair, thinking how soft it was. She said over and over “thank you, thank you”.

At that point Marcus focused back on the gimp. “So this was made just for you gimp. Like your new skin, it was custom made to fit only you. Since you will always be bound in this way when I put you in it, your single glove bound arms fit into the groove at the back, and your body into the main part of the cage that was made to fit your contours to the point where no one else would fit. It even has a space placed just right in front of your eyes. so your ability to observe how I put my other guests through their paces is not obscured. With that he locked the cage shut. He activated its devices once more and returned to the arm chair watching the gimp squirm. He noted how the cage was a perfect fit as the anodized black iron bars that were flush against its skin held it in place. Its eyes were wide with the stimulation the device provided. He was at some point going to need to clean it and the latex, as she’d likely had several orgasms by now. However, that could wait until he’d trussed Lauren up for the night.

Marcus’ thoughts gravitated back to the moment when he told Lauren that she might want to think of a more controlled way of dealing with her guilt over lost cases. One that was more productive and thorough. Drinking was no way to get rid of her problems, and she had been lucky this time around. The next time she could kill someone, die herself, or get pulled over and ruin her career. He asked if she felt she needed punishment; if so, he could help her.

She considered him for a moment then asked him how. He went on to say that the destructive decisions she made tipped him off. She contemplated the psychology of that and nodded her head and said yes. Whenever she lost she felt she needed to have her career taken and by punished by the law she betrayed with her losses. He told her that he had a much more productive way. He stood and offered her his hand, and led her to this very dungeon. Once there, Lauren was in awe of the vastness of the equipment. Hoods, chains, gags of all sorts. Cuffs, and rope as well as floggers, whips and paddles. She walked around with a look of wonderment mixed with fear on her face. She handled some of the smaller items, and caressed the cages and the benches and some of the other “furniture”, and then lingering at the rack with all the gags and restraints, and then lingering longer at the objects designed to inflict pain and punishment.

Lauren then faced him and asked what all this was for. He explained that he was an alpha dominant male and that his cellar was a dungeon. Further he explained that he had a stable of women who had many insecurities and varied guilt that led to a deeply psychological need to be punished as well as a desire for pain. Marcus went on to explain that this desire had reached a point where their pain began to cross their pleasure centers and the punishment became sexual in nature and then into the realm of high-protocol BDSM. He continued on to state that he was a sadist and was an expert in inflicting pain. His experiences in Force Recon questioning prisoners made him sexually aroused by controlled purposeful torture, and that had now translated into providing powerful women an outlet to let go and submit to him for a productive punishment process that they craved.

As he explained, Lauren turned to him and asked if she could become one of his submissive women. She had known all her life that she craved punishment which had led to some poor decisions. She knew now that it was a need for punishment and that she had not understood that it was corporal punishment her body and psyche craved. He considered her a minute and explained that it was corporal punishment she likely needed. Alcoholism and driving would risk everything she had built. He’d consented to help her to understand these needs via regular training and punishment sessions and that she would also be at his beckoned call, within reason of course and that there would be clothing protocols as well as makeup and hair. Lauren had nodded her head in agreement and asked when they would start to which Marcus replied that it would be one week after her next loss, and that she at least had not driven while drunk. That would also give her an opportunity to think it over as it was a big step, and that once the contract was signed, it was breakable only by him. In the meantime they would keep regular contact as he had rules on how she would dress, wear her hair and apply her make up.

He went on to tell her that her car was being repaired and that her rental had arrived. He told her to go home and get some rest. Within the week, he read in the newspaper that she had lost a rather high profile case. Not so much on her own lack of merit, but because someone had tainted the evidence and she herself had moved for dismissal and dropped all charges. Within the day a text came in that Lauren wanted to see him. He texted back instructions for her hair and make up, as well as her attire. And as he was thinking about that, his silent doorbell went off. He checked the cam and there was Lauren, her lovely Celt features enhanced by her thick blonde hair, pulled tightly into a French braid, the subtle blue eye shadows light to dark, the taupe blusher and the red matte lipstick that was extended wear and smear proof. She was wearing a long black duster and he could see she had on her gloves as she held the top closed from the chill in the air. He opened the door from the app and she proceeded in. She took her coat and hung it in the closet, and moved to the cellar door. The click of her heels on the steps was somewhat muffled by the Berber carpet laid on them but those stiletto heels clicked anyway.

Marcus stood and approached Lauren as she reached the bottom of the stairs. He took her waist in his powerful arms and pulled her in for a kiss. She tasted vaguely of strawberries and her scent was peppery as she wore White Linen perfume. He said, “You are a vision, little one.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

She had on her customary black corset, her full firm medium breasts resting in the Demi cups, the heavy gauge silver rings piercing her nipples. Locked in place by the threaded ball, screwed down tight. Black opera length gloves reached to just below her armpit. Her panty-free hips were tattooed with a thorny black rose each and clitoris as well as her labia were pierced with heavy gauge silver rings. Her hairless pussy was already wet with anticipation. He took her by her gloved hands and stepped back and took in her loveliness.

Alexis/gimp was starting to lose her/itself in the torture. It could have been more than a day at this point, but she/it could not be sure. Her body was exhausted as the beating and other tortures took a significant toll. The devices securely embedded in her/its anus and vagina had relentlessly stimulated her/its orgasmic response as well as caused her/it pain simultaneously.

For hours, she screamed as the pain and pleasure of the torture forced her into a cycle of orgasms she could not control. But the screams were only in her head as very little came out of her mouth. The hard rubber ball stretched her jaw yet compressed her tongue, and layer after layer of tape sealed it shut. And now she was in this cage that he stated had been custom made for her. She could only squirm as its metal bars snugly embraced her body. She was as helpless as a worm and he kept calling her/it “gimp”. A name that felt dehumanizing as she helplessly endured his torture. She was even beginning to think of herself as gimp, no longer Alexis, just an objectified being, nameless, faceless, encased in black, imprisoned in darkness for a lifetime of being tortured into oblivion.

Once locked into the cage, the metal bars pressed snugly into her/its latex skin, not in such a way as to cause pain, but between the latex and all the other restraints, she was completely helpless. Shortly, he activated the devices buried deep into her orifices. “MMMMMMM, MMMMMMMM,” was the only sound that Alexis/gimp could make. It was hard to focus on anything but the pulses and shocks and the vibrations as well as the hot and cold, but she did hear footsteps on the stairs despite the Berber rug.

At that point the devices stopped and Alexis/gimp stood there, encased tightly in latex, leather, and iron, breathing heavily through her nose as her heavily gagged mouth allowed no air or sound out. She/it could hear him talking softly to someone, then the sound of deep soulful kissing as well as the moan of pleasure from a woman, but she/it could not turn her head to see who it was as the bars on the cage’s head piece prevented any movement. Soon, a stunningly beautiful blonde woman came into view. Alexis/gimp recognized her but could not remember her name. She got the image of her speaking to the court room in her last real trial. She had been the ADA in her/its court cases, the one who’d advocated for the harsher sentences.

For a few minutes, he spoke with her, and stepped back to admire how she was dressed, holding her black cloth clad hands out to her side. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight braid, her make up was perfect for the tone of her skin, and she wore black opaque stay up stockings, a corset, long black gloves, and black patent pumps. She had a collar around her neck, and Alexis/gimp noticed her nipples, clit and pussy lips were pierced with heavy gauged rings. This was all very surprising as in court, this woman was the one in charge. To see her in a subservient role in this man’s presence was the last thing Alexis/gimp would have ever expected.

After his display of admiration, he dropped one hand and walked her over to the cage. As they walked he said, “Lauren, there is someone here you need to meet.” When Lauren faced Alexis, her initial reaction was a slight gasp, followed by a look of awe, and then a smile. A cruel smile that was much like his. A cruelty that lit up her stunningly pale blue eyes.

She raised one perfectly sculptured eyebrow and said, “Sir, is that…?”

He cut her off and said, “Yes. When the two of you last met, she was Alexis Petero, cat burglar. now she is no longer a she, it is an it, and it is no longer known as Alexis but as gimp. It bought into the agreement hook, line, and sinker. It is now a nameless, faceless, subhuman object living to be tortured. It broke into my house yesterday evening and with your help Lauren, it was captured and tried, convicted, and transformed into the lump you see in front of you and given a life sentence of darkness, torture and punishment for its crimes when it was a human woman.”

Lauren then looked at him and stated, “This is an amazing feat you have performed sir. I love how she is completely encased in the latex and bound. I assume she is well gagged so we do not have to hear her sob story and screams?”

“Yes. A street hockey ball wedged into its mouth hole, 12 layers of 3 inch microfoam, the hood and the muzzle.”

As Lauren smiled broadly, Alexis/gimp heard her say, “She deserves everything you do to her sir.”

“No Lauren, this is not a she or a her, but an it, a gimp. It is a subhuman object with no name, no face, no gender as its pussy is plugged and sealed. It has no ability to speak, as its mouth is filled and sealed, making only grunts and moans. Its only reason for existing is to be tortured and punished, and it has a lifetime of retribution coming to it. If I could, I would catheterize, fill and seal all its orifices, and render it into nothing. Right now is the critical breaking process. Making it understand its place in the universe.”

As he said all this, Alex/gimp trembled in fear. Did he want to see her/its pussy permanently sealed? He had threatened to glue and sew her mouth shut after removing her lips so it would heal together. Could he have the same sinister plans for her/its pussy? Even weirder still for Alexis/gimp was the fact that these ideas were so dark that she was low-key turned on by them. She was already becoming accustomed to the extremely stringent bondage she was experiencing. However her thoughts turned to the question of why Lauren Reilly was here.

Chapter 6: A New Life

The answer to that came as he stood with his arm around her corset clad waist. He spoke up, “Gimp, this is Lauren. I’m sure you remember her. She prosecuted all of your cases in front of Judge Garcia. She was also, as Judge Garcia was, instrumental in your capture yesterday evening. She and Lauren are both in my stable of submissive ladies who owe me a great number of favors as I’ve performed many services for them including the training and discipline that has allowed them to be powerful in their particular realms. I can ask any of them for anything as I have a commitment from them via submissive contracts, that only I can let them out of and this is why this must be a life sentence for you gimp. Society would not agree with this punishment as it would not seem humane, too harsh is what they’d say. Isn’t that correct Lauren?”

“Yes sir.” Then Lauren looked at him and asked, “May I speak further sir?” He nodded his head so she went on, “When I encountered it in court, it sat there so smug and demure. The picture of innocence in a little black dress with a white collar and black tights and flats. Hair in a ponytail. It knew the cops had messed up the chain of evidence and it was not going away for any real length of time. As it gave its poor little orphan girl sob story, I had to move for a dismissal and as the prosecutor, it was quite embarrassing. I’d love to have a crack at her sir.”

“So in other words, you lost the case?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s interesting. So again in other words, this gimp here went back onto the streets and burglarized how many other families? I believe it was several, wasn't it?” Lauren got a fearful look on her face and nodded her head. To which he slapped her face and commanded, “Words, Lauren.”

Alexis/gimp was now understanding. Lauren came here for punishment for her failures.

It was not a hard slap, but hard enough that in a tearful voice Lauren replied, “Yes sir.”

“However, little one,” he went on, “you did provide me with quite a bit in the way of information on it. So now it is here, and its punishment is providing justice for the families it stole from.” He looked at Alexis/gimp and said “So you see, gimp, Lauren here was instrumental in your capture, and the information she provided makes it so much easier to erase your identity. As we speak, you are being deleted from every database. At least in prison, you’d have hope of getting out. Your identity intact. Here is where you’ll spend the rest of your days bound and gagged and tortured.”

He loved to remind Alexis/gimp of her/its predicament. It was becoming less horrifying as she/it was beginning to feel lost in the torture and pain. Alexis/it also had the feeling that Lauren’s trouble was just beginning, which was punctuated by his order to Lauren to retrieve her hood from the shelf, with which she silently complied.

When she returned to the spot in front of Alexis/gimp, he slapped Lauren again on the opposite cheek and said, “That is the second time you have neglected to address me properly. He took the hood from her and carefully placed it over her head. He tucked the braid up into the neck and adjusted the openings so her nose, mouth and eyes were seated properly. Alexis/it noticed how Lauren’s full red lips contrasted with the black of the latex hood. In a weird way, Alexis/gimp thought it beautiful. He then walked over to the wall where the large variety of gags hung. He selected a large black ball on a black strap, it had a hasp and a small brass lock, he also grabbed a pair of brass shackles and a handful of leather straps. He walked behind Lauren and not so gently pulled her gloved wrists behind her back. He locked the shackles onto her wrists and then ran a leather strap around her elbows and pulled them together. That forced her shoulders back, emphasizing her large breasts. He then forced the black ball into Lauren’s mouth and pulled the strap tight, wedging the gag so deep into her mouth, such that her mouth reflexively closed around it, but yet the gag was so big, it held her mouth open, and filled it so full that Lauren could not utter a sound.

A look of terror crossed Lauren’s eyes. The whites of her eyes and the red of her lips in stark contrast to the black of the hood. He then removed the narrow collar from around her neck and replaced it with a wide posture collar, which too, was locked in place. “Subs who do not use their words when they have the opportunity, lose their ability to speak.” Next he walked out of view, but returned with a padded bench. He placed it in front of Lauren and helped her down onto it, belly first. He then began to secure her to the bench with more straps, then he secured her thighs to the legs of the bench with her knees on the floor. He then shackled her ankles together. He reached and pulled the same chain he’d had Alexis/gimp attached to down from the ceiling and clipped it to a ring on the wrist shackles and activated the winch, pulling her bound arms up in the same position that Alexis/gimp’s arms had been in. Her gloved hands clenched in fists.

He walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a few more items. Alexis/gimp’s eyes met Lauren’s and she could see the fear in her eyes as his work continued. On the nearby table where Alexis/gimp had signed her life away to this life sentence, he deposited a few things. The 1st thing was a separate harness with a panel he placed over Lauren’s already gagged mouth. He tightened it down and arranged it in a similar fashion to the one that Alexis/gimp wore. It too had a “D” ring attached to the strap that went on top of her head. He attached a chain to it with a carabiner and worked it between her upper arms and laid the other end on her bound wrists, he then produced a large stainless steel dildo. He donned black surgical gloves and lubricated her pussy as well as the dildo, not so gently inserting it into her body.

Lauren emitted a soft “mmmmmmmmph.” The next item was a hook with a ring at the end of the straight but a large ball on the curved end. It too was made of stainless, surgical steel. He lubricated her asshole very well, around the hole and inside and out. He also generously lubed up the metal ball that was obviously about to be inserted into Lauren’s asshole. He bent and meticulously started to work the ball in, sort of turning it side to side as he gently pushed. Lauren began to breathe hard through her nose then her gagged mouth let out an “mmmmmm," which increased to “mmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" then crescendoed into as near to a scream as one gagged so stringently could. Then with a pop, her anus accepted the metal ball that had to be an inch and a half or better in diameter. He then ran the chain back up to the “Y” of Lauren’s upper arms formed by her elbows being bound together and grabbed the “D” ring on top of her head, pulled her head up and forcing her back to arch and then he hooked it to the carabiner and locked Lauren into that position. Her naked breasts were no longer compressed by her body to the bench and her nipples stood out from her areoles. He took off the gloves and wiped his hands with a towel. He knelt next to Lauren and applied a pair of extremely heavy duty clamps to her nipples, running the chain under the bench’s seat and then a 3 pound kettle bell to the chain as it hung under the seat of the bench. Lauren squealed with pain and then screwed her eyes shut, breathing heavily through her nose.

After a few minutes the squealing died down. Alexis/gimp and Lauren locked eyes. Alexis/gimp was indifferent, whereas Lauren’s eyes showed a cold hatred. Alexis/gimp’s thought was that nobody held a gun to her head to come here. Her psychological baggage over failure led her here, not me she/it mused. Although there was gratification that Lauren was experiencing much of the same punishment as Alexis/gimp, since Lauren had given him the ability to so easily capture her.

Lauren on the other hand, was thinking that she was not truly there of her own volition, it was her failure that brought her there. She did not like to be punished. She just knew she needed to be. When she failed, the dangerous criminals like the one in front of her went back out on the streets and victimized innocent people. The gimp previously living life as Alexis Petero was one of those and she not only agreed with the star chamber like justice that it was being subjected to but Lauren also believed in it.

Lauren also believed in the punishment that she herself was getting. Soon he would start the dildo in operation and then he would begin flogging her. He never left marks on Lauren anywhere but her ass. He was extremely skilled at punishing her. She loved the dildo because it gave her pleasure in the midst of the pain, forcing her to associate both together. The flogging would last an hour or more, and apparently the encased and strictly bound and gagged gimp in front of her was going to watch, adding an element of humiliation to Lauren’s dilemma. The only question now was whether or not Marcus would use her in front of the gimp. Marcus had likely spent a good portion of the day torturing the gimp as he said he would.

As Lauren had that thought, her pussy began to feel cold, and then a gentle vibration began. Lauren could hear, “mmmmmmmm.” coming from her own gagged mouth. Her head lurched forward pulling on the hook in her ass. The ball at the end was adjacent to the dildo and began to vibrate as well. The dildo began to get warm as the vibrations became amplified and just as the dildo began to hit her with shocks, the first strokes from the flogger hit her ass. Lauren could feel that it was the cat o’ nine tales with the long flat strands. It usually left rectangular welts and hurt over a large surface of her buttocks. Stroke after stroke bit into her flesh. The long flat strands marking her flesh, but not cutting it.

This went on for at least 30 minutes. Then she felt the sting of his flat leather paddle. This was more blunt and would leave bruises over the welts. While this went on, the dildo did its work with more intensity. Lauren could feel the orgasm building as the alternating pattern of hot, cold, vibrations and shocks stimulated her from the inside out. As this all happened her body writhed in pleasure and pain. The kettle bell swung below her clamped nipples as the metal jaws bit into the flesh. Her muffled screams adopted a more staccato rhythm, “MM. MM. MM.” Marcus was relentless with his strokes, although he knew where to stop. He covered her entire ass with the paddle.

After an eternity he stopped. Simultaneously the dildo ceased operation. Lauren lay there panting and staring at the gimp, and it staring back at her. The torture ended just as Lauren reached the cusp of an organism. Lauren frowned in longing as her loins ached for release. Grinning, Marcus approached the gimp. He pinched her nipples under the latex and affixed a clamp. He ran the chain attaching the claps together through the bars of the cage, and clamped the other nipple, then proceeded to hang a kettle bell from the chain, savagely pulling her nipples and almost non-existent breasts towards the floor. The pain was unbearable, the muffled but shrill scream came from behind her gag.

After the initial pain, Alexis/gimp opened her eyes. Marcus remarked, “I hope you enjoyed Lauren’s punishment, gimp. Here is the price of that enjoyment.” He grabbed the kettle bell and lifted it a couple inches then let it drop. Alexis/gimp screamed in agony, the kettle bell clanged on the cage’s bars and swung a few more times. Each time was more painful than the next. Alexis/gimp adopted the same staccato, “MM, MM, MM.”

Once again she and Lauren gazed at each other. Marcus noticed the shared look and commented, “It’s rather ironic, don’t the two of you think? Both of you here, being punished in relation to the same crime, but you gimp are here because you felt you had no choice. It was this or a conventional punishment, but your reluctance to accept society’s punishment has led you to a hell on earth. Then there is you, Lauren, who is here to accept responsibility, and has adequately withstood her punishment.”

With that said he began to unfetter Lauren, but not before he activated the devices inside the gimp’s holes. Setting them to the maximum settings, they began to alternate the pattern of stimulations. Gimp began to scream. Then he turned his attention to Lauren. The first thing was to undo the chain and remove the anal hook. That caused a great deal of squealing as it hurt coming out as much as going in. Next was the dildo, the clamps and then he released her from the bench. He helped her stand up, and removed the shackles from her ankles. Then he released her from her bondage, muzzle, gag, hood and all.

Once the ball gag was out, Lauren worked her jaw and sort of stretched her body. Alexis/gimp noticed that Lauren still looked stunning, it had bigger problems as the metal devices inside its holes relentlessly, warmed, cooled, vibrated, and shocked. No intervals this time, steady. Marcus replaced Lauren’s regular collar and instructed her to go upstairs and use the walk-in shower in his bathroom, then to prepare herself for her reward. Before she left though he applied a salve to her buttocks which must have alleviated some of the pain as Lauren sighed in relief. She then made her way upstairs.

Marcus watched her go. He thought to himself that since Lauren’s entrance into his stable she had progressed so much. She was more confident and that added to her beauty. She had developed a killer instinct that helped her in her court cases, her win percentage had gone up. She still did not win them all but no one ever did. It would take her about an hour to recover. She would clean herself inside and shower, hand wash her lingerie and her gloves and hang them in the mud room. Put another face on and put on a set of lingerie he laid out for her and kneel in her corner of his bedroom, where she would wait for him.

In the meantime, he had to get gimp ready for the night. He looked around the room and decided on the chair. It looked like an electric chair. There were many restraints attached but instead of a flat seat there was a triangular beam installed in the middle with the peak that was somewhat rounded. When gimp was snugly secured in, the beam would drive the dildo and plug deeper into her pussy and ass. There was also a head piece that was somewhat sound proof so when he set its implements to their highest functions, she could scream all night and not disturb he and Lauren at all. Not that much in the way of sound would get out. That hard rubber ball in her mouth kept her tongue compressed enough that forming any kind of sound was next to impossible.

He learned that in a couple cases of abductions he’d engineered in his work as, for all intents and purposes, a mercenary. He laughed to himself as he shut down the devices, removed the clamps and extracted the gimp from its cage and carried it to the chair. What were the odds it would target him? I’ll bet she never imagined this.

He stood it up onto the platform the chair stood on and undid the arm binder then the cuffs, sitting it on the chair. When the peak of the beam drove the dildo and plug deeper into it, a moan escaped its strictly gagged mouth. He remarked to it, “If gimp thinks it’s bad now, wait until I get gimp fully secured.”

He had begun to refer to it as gimp in the third person; referring to it as “you” gave it some humanity, he thought to himself. It was no longer human, a gimp and nothing more. Its arms, after over 20 hours bound such as they were, likely were too stiff for it to put up any resistance so he was able to secure its wrist to the cuff on the arm of the chair. Before he secured its other arm, he bent and straightened the limb a few times and it began to move its arm on its own as well as opening and closing its fingers.

After a few moments of that he secured the wrist, then freed the other arm and repeated the process. After a while he secured that wrist again. Then he began the work of securing it all the way. Straps went over its upper arms, an “X” harness came down over its shoulders, between its breasts and buckled under its ribs. He reached into crotch and pulled the straps of a leather “Y” which fit over its crotch, forcing the dildo deeper into its hole, the ends buckling over its thighs. Then he buckled straps that secured its ankles and calves then one at its lap forced the crack of its ass down over the peak even further, driving the anal plug deeper into its ass. The next thing he did was to undo the strap that ran over the top of the gimp's head.

As he worked he said, “There will be nothing for you to see, gimp, so your blindfold needs to go back on.” Once it was back in place he also redid the strap. Then he forced its latex covered head back against the chair and into what felt like a metal groove that Alexis/gimp felt was shaped like the back of her/its head. Alexis/gimp heard a metallic creak and then felt pressure over her/its face. Alexis’/gimps face fit perfectly into what was a helmet of some type.

Faintly she/it heard him say, “This is where gimp will spend many nights. It will be secured and its head fits nicely into the stainless steel helmet. It’ll need to measure its breathing and stay calm. The purpose of the helmet is to keep it quiet, between the ball, the tape, the hood, the muzzle, and the jaw piece of the helmet not much sound will escape. It is in for a night of pure torture. Once I put all the other things into place and activate the instruments in its body the silencing measures will be critical.”

The next thing Alexis/gimp felt were metal bars above and below her/its breasts. After a moment, the bars began to press into the flesh, making them feel like they were about to burst. The pain was unbelievable. Alexis/gimp let out a scream that in her/its head sounded blood curdling, but to Marcus, barely audible.

“Perfect.”

Alexis/gimp felt the jaws of nipple clamps biting in, another scream and then heavy breathing. Her/its nipples burned and her/its breasts ached. Alexis/gimp heard him say goodnight and then silence. Shortly the plug and dildo roared into action hitting her hard with shocks. Jolts and steady vibrations, then the bars and clamps began to vibrate and the clamps began to pull her/its nipples straight out and away from her/its body, increasing the bite of the jaws of the clamps, and stretching her/its small breasts away from her/its body.

The pain and then the pleasure were unimaginable. Alexis/gimp was in agony yet only the tiniest sounds came from inside the helmet. Her/its night of torture was only beginning. Her/its body tensed, feeling as if every nerve in her/body was feeling a separate sensation. Her/its hands clench into tight fists as did her/its toes. Alexis/gimp’s teeth tingled and her/it could feel her/its eyelids flapping and her/its eyes engaging in rapid movements. She could not move her head as the helmet was tight enough to prevent it. Screams reverberated through its head. Alexis/gimp, could feel Alexis disappearing into a void and being replaced by gimp. It tried to preserve the memory of Alexis by remembering her birthday and her social security number, her favorite wine, but in its head, it watched Alexis vanish into a black void and its memory of its identity as Alexis began to dissipate like so much water vapor.

Soon all that was left in the moment was gimp. A nameless, faceless being, silenced and blinded. Restrained and subject to whatever punishment came next. Tears welled up in gimp’s covered eyes, and seeped out and down its black latex cheek.

Ten months later…

Marcus had roused the gimp for the day. Last night, he’d used a new torture. He’d lashed gimp to a cable spool. He’d gotten the idea from simply seeing some of those spools lying around at a construction site where the new building’s wiring was being connected to the grid. He’d had to have a spool custom made as a typical one would not fit gimp’s dimensions.

Once he had it, he began to work gimp so her back could arch to fit the center of the spool complete with leather straps that held gimp in place. When gimp had been physically conditioned to bend fully around the center, he began to prepare her to be bound into it. He secured its arms to its sides and bound its legs together. He then sat it on the table and rolled the spool over. It was not an easy task for one person to install the gimp onto the spool, but he figured it out. He began with its ankles, securing them tightly with a short leather strap, then just below the knees, adjusting its position with each part of its body that was strapped. Each strap was secured in its center so when it was buckled and locked it completely encircled the part of its body it held tightly, not just holding it down.

He’d removed the blindfold as he wanted to gauge the look in its eyes as he secured it. Over the last 10 months, it had become indifferent to some of the routine things like flogging. So those required ever increasing intensity and longer periods of recovery, but the torture in general was constant even if was days of complete isolation and mental torture. When he finally had its head secured. He began to roll the spool around a bit. He then attached clamps to its nipples and began to screw sheet metal panels onto the ends of the spool encasing it in wood and metal, the last panel was a screen so it had plenty of air. Once it was completely hidden, Marcus activated its devices. Soon the muffled screams began to escape its gag. But they were so faint. The fear in its eyes as he installed the last panel indicated a bit of claustrophobia. He’d continue to exploit that. Gimp had spent the night that way, and now it was time to feed and clean it up. Its body had adapted to the routine of eating and evacuating its bladder and bowls only once a day However today it got a full cleaning inside and out. So rather than put on its single glove, Marcus just cuffed its wrists behind it. Sat it down at the table and began the work of removing its head gear.

Once its head was bared he noticed the dark brown stubble. The hair on its head was being stubborn. She did not have much vellus hair on her face to begin with, so that had given up, as did her body hair and eyebrows. The follicles had pretty much died from the frequent depilation, but the hair on her head was stubborn and if he let it, it would return to the lustrous thick mane it had been. That’d be great if it was ever allowed to return to society. He did not do any real drastic body modifications. He’d had the flesh around its eyes and eyelids tattooed black so no flesh tone showed in the eye holes. He’d also had her nipples pierced with heavy rings, as well as heavy gauge rings on her clitoris as well as 3 bevy rings each on her labia. All of which he hung weights on from time to time. He did notice her flesh had paled without exposure to sunlight. Even its full lips had faded. Her scars were more noticeable. He made a mental note to buy a sun lamp to get its skin back to a healthier tone. He prized the ball from its hole and it automatically began to work its jaw so it could eat.

Gimp sat there and while it was conscious of what Marcus was doing, it was indifferent to it all. The near tasteless paste, the bitter water, was all it consumed. It would then use the toilet and he would clean her thoroughly and then reinsert the dildo and plug. Gimp had no idea how much time had passed, nor did gimp remember its name. But this had been happening everyday since its stay in this place had begun. It remembered its capture as his security system caught every moment and he periodically showed the video to it, as he wanted gimp to see its capture, especially where it saw itself sign its life away.

It did not remember why it’d been in the house. It remembered that it was female as once in a while one of his guests would refer to it as “her” or “she”, and it had a “time of the month”. But he never referred to it as anything but “gimp” or “it”. It tried to stay conscious of time by gauging when it thought it was having a morning meal and its hygiene times as it began to think of those things as the beginning of its day. It was imprisoned in darkness, and according to him it was a life sentence for its crimes back when it was human. It had vague memories of its past, but not much. Gimp wondered if it had a family, or if there was anyone looking for it. These are the thoughts that crossed what there was of a mind in gimp’s head.

Once again, gimp had no idea how much time had passed. The answer to whether or not the gimp’s human self was missed was likely “no” it thought as it seemed to have no connections. Whatever had been in the past was now gone and its life of torture would continue. The torture he just released it from had been excruciating. He’d bent gimp backwards and sealed it into a device that looked like a spool, clamped its nipples and then put its devices on high. They intermittently went through cycles of hot, cold, vibrations and jolts of electricity. Gimp screamed all night, and it was exhausted. Its meal finished, he helped it up and walked gimp into the bathroom.

He said, “Gimp, it’s time for a full maintenance. Enema, douche, wash, depilation. He unlocked her cuffs and removed the straps holding her legs. As he began to undo the harness and remove the latex gimp skin, gimp mused, this is the 1st time he’s ever left my arms unbound. It wondered if it should try to escape.

Then it thought better of it. It had no where to go, it had no idea where it even was and there was a whole host of people who came to torture and punish gimp. They were all beautiful women that were subservient to him. The doctor who checked it out on occasion, the dentist who checked its teeth. The body artist who’d tattooed its eyes and did all the piercings. All came to be punished by him and all performed a service needed for the gimp. Maybe gimps were a common thing, and if it escaped, no one would help.

As he removed the rest of its skin and took out the plugs, it wondered what crimes it had committed. Whatever they were, they must have been bad to get a life sentence as a gimp. Once everything was removed it caught a glimpse of itself. Its body was crossed with fresh and fading welts. He’d flogged the gimp at least once a day for as long as she could remember and he’d always used different tools to keep it as new as possible. He chained it up in the shower replacing the ball after gimp’s teeth were brushed. It was never able to spit it out. He’d re-cuffed its wrists so it was just an oversight. It’d never be able to over power him anyway.

So with that thought, gimp resigned itself to its life of torture, looking forward to the pain. He was creative and kept it somewhat cognizant of itself in order for it to suffer. He always said he wanted it to live to enjoy its sentence. As gimp stood there bound and gagged, withstanding the cleansing, a tear rolled down its cheek.

THE END.