THE TRAP........(CindyHarrison & Sub21)

[CindyHarrison]

Angela watched the blonde bait in the cage as she continued to wriggle, struggle and moan through her ballgag. The young captive was in a phone booth shaped enclosure, confined enough so she had nothing more than a few inches to move....she was standing up, hands bound behind her with ankles bound, the ropes tied to the cage wall behind her. Tears came from her eyes, both from being a prisoner and knowing she was indeed bait.
She was naked, both her cunt and ass sore from the weeks of torture she had so recently endured.

In truth, she was part of a vicious, sadistic circle....when her captor was done using a girl she would be locked in the same cage, used as bait to lure the next unsuspecting urban explorer.....only for females however. Angela was a lesbian dominatrix and had no interest in men....if male explorers somehow found their way here, she would simply take the cage away. Close circuit video cameras gave her plenty of advance warning of the next explorer.

The maze of underground concrete rooms and hallways were all that was left of a vast underground military complex far under the city street, built during the insane days of the cold war 1950's. If one knew where to look, long forgotten doors led down to Angela's lair, where she would be waiting.
As a professional dominatrix, her specialty was to dominate, humiliate and torture women. Rooms were equipped with a variety of bondage and torture furniture and equipment, her favorite being the metal framework in a seperate room. This was where she harvested and drained her victim's bodily fluid, namely vaginal nectar and breast milk, giving them injections to force their tits to lactate and force them to endure multiple orgasms.

The blonde heard the sound of footsteps.....she squealed through her gag, knowing she was helpless. When the intruder tried to rescue her it would be too late. The intruder would become the next victim, the caged prisoner sold off to prostitution----if she was lucky...

 

[sub-21]

It was not the first time that Michell, a 21-aged student girl, was on an exploration tour. She loved "lost places", and when she found the rotten door of steel in the rearmost corner of the basement... she was caught. There was a chain and a padlock, but... no problem for Michell. With the next weekend she was back, dressed for adventure, her backpack on her back and a large bolt clipper in her hands.

She broke the door open and then accurately restored the tool in her backpack. A wind-blow of cold air came up from inside, but she was prepared. Combat boots, a comfortably warm overall and a leather jacket on top. Not as sexy, but functional. She switched her hand lamp on and started slowly to climb down the stairway. The walls were made of rough concrete, the steps of grid of rusty metal. With each landing there was a number painted on the wall, counting from one to.... With the first three floors she found locked gates, then for another two or three stages there was simply rubble blocking the hallways. But then... level 6.... she was dozens of meters below the ground.... there was a hallway, and then.... something like an assembly hangar. In the dark endless rows of.... machinery. Steel parts, wooden boxes, and then....

There was a little sound. In the back-most corner. Like a whisper. A muffled moaning.

She stopped and listened into the dark. There... again. A shiver of arousal ran over her back. Without thinking of any consequences she started moving in the direction of the sound. Slow, very slow. Finally, she was around a last corner and....

Her heart stood still for the moment, she ... gasped. A cage. A girl. A naked girl. Bound. Gagged.

She was not able to move nor to take any action. A hot wave of sensations came up from her womb and shook her body. Her brains were out, no clear thoughts, no bad faith. Only.... arousal.

 

[CindyHarrison]

The blonde rattled the cage as she struggled, the ropes pinning her back to the cage. She had a panicked look on her face, shaking her head, moaning loudly. She knew what her sadistic Mistress had in mind for whatever female might stumble across this hell hole. The cage was so tight fitting the girl's tits jutted through the bars, her dark tan nipples sore but protruding.

She knew the stranger would try and release her, or at the very least take time to stare at her.....
The blonde heard just a faint click and her eyes popped open wide, shaking her head toward the direction the stranger just came from. She HAD to try and warn her to get the hell out of here before it was too late, but indeed it already was.
The clicking sound was from the hidden door behind the intruder.

In seconds, Angela plunged the loaded syringe deep in the intruder's side, sending the contents of the knockout drug quickly into her bloodstream. As the intruder fell to the floor, the caged blonde stared down at her, tears on her face.

"I promised to release you," she said, taking out her phone.
".....yes, I have another one. She's a cute looking blonde....you'll find her already gagged and tied for you...."

Angela dragged the intruder off into the darkness, leaving the blonde. Soon a pimp or someone would come to take her. Who or where didn't concern Angela.....one more gone. Eventually this intruder would take the blonde's place in the cage...unless of course she decided to keep her.


The girl was stripped naked and strapped down in the apparatus on her knees, a metal collar around her neck and locked onto a crossbar....her hands were bound behind her back. 2 long rubber hoses were clamped to her nipples, a long wide clear tube running up from the floor between the girl's thighs and imbedded deep inside her pussy. A ballgag was shoved into her mouth and cinched tightly..
Angela sipped on a glass of wine, waiting patiently for her newest slave to wake up.