Girl In the basement - Gondolina & PipBoy

[PipBoy]

A solitary bulb flared over head, The only source of light within the encroaching darkness. She was indoors that much she could tell but the light failed to reach the edges of the room she was held in. The light barely illuminated the area around her, It was almost as if she was on display.

She shifted slightly, Adjusting her weight as the ropes bite into her wrists, Her shoulders burned from the strain of supporting her weight. Her toes scraped at the cold hard floor, Trying to gain enough purchase to support her and relive the pressure on her aching shoulders. The silence of the room encroached upon her, She had heard nothing but the sound of her own breath since the moment she had woken to find herself suspended from the ceiling. Her memory was fuzzy, she tried to think of how she came to be here but the last thing she could remember was going to bed.

She looked down noting that she still wore the pyjamas she had put on before bed, perhaps this was just some vivid nightmare and any moment she would wake to find herself snuggled up in her own bed.

Her head snapped up as she heard the first sound not of her making in god knows how long, A soft click in the darkness in front of her. A shaft of light flared as a door slowly opened and she blinked at the sudden bright light. As the door swung open se could make out a solitary figure, A silhouette against the bright light behind them that masked there features from her eyes, only the size of the silhouette hinted that the figure was male. For a moment neither of them moved, there eyes fixed on each other, finally he stepped across the threshold and the door swung shut behind him.

The darkness enveloping him as she listened to the soft footfalls as he paced the room around her, she could feel his eyes upon her as he slowly circled her, staying just outside of the circle of light cast down from the single bulb overhead.

The slowly steady footfalls came to a stop before her and she peered into the darkness straining to see, to catch a glimpse of the man that held her captive.

His voice suddenly broke the silence, “What’s your name ?”.

 

[Gondolina]

This scene was becoming less and less like a dream by the moment, as much as she didn't want to believe it. The pain in her shoulders was real, as was the raw fear coursing through her veins, the sound of her heart pumping in her ears.

As she spoke her question, her voice reverberated around the room. She could barely see how big it was, but judging by the echoes, she would have guessed that the room was a fairly large, hollow one.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked, noticing her voice was raised to a panicked pitch. "And where the hell am I?"

 

[PipBoy]

The panicked tone in her voice made him smile, He loved to hear that in his new possessions she would lose it in time but for the moment he would relish in it. He listened to her, her words echoing in the emptiness. He did not miss the fact that she failed to answer his question and slowly began to pace around her once more, with each step he took he slapped the crop in his hand against his leg, knowing full well she could not see it and that the new sound would be playing on her mind.

As he stepped behind her he paused and lifted the crop, bracing himself he lashed out, the crop cutting through the air as he swung it with ever once of strength he could muster. Her pyjama bottoms offered scant protection against the stinging bite of the crop as it struck across her buttocks and he smiled as the crack of the impact echoed around the room.

“I asked you a question” he bellowed out as he reeled back the crop preparing to strike again “Now answer me, What is your name”.

 

[Gondolina]

A pregnant silence met her panicked questions. The silhouette she could barely make out was now pacing around her, just keeping enough in the shadows, but now a new sound was introduced into the hushed room other than the click click of the man's footsteps. A strange sound, something like tapping.

Before she knew it, there was suddenly a sharp whoosh through the air as the man brought down whatever he was carrying onto her ass. It must've been some kind of sharp stick or something, because she winced and cried out in pain. Although the bottom of her pyjamas did not tear, but the sting of the whip was hardly dulled by the thin material. Tears began to flow down her cheeks, both from fear and from pain.

Her captor now shouted the question, made twice as threatening by the resounding echoes of the room. "My... my name's Ashley..." she whimpered in fright.

 

[PipBoy]

Her whimpered response turned his smile into a grin as he lowered the crop and returned to his place before her. He could see the tears in her eyes and he felt elated, he loved to see tears in there eyes, but as time passed it grew harder and harder to entice them out as they grew accustomed to the pain.

“You see that was not so hard was it Ashley” he said as he stood just beyond the light “You will discover that it is less painful to answer me the first time, I do not like having to repeat myself”. He extended the crop into the circle of light letting her see it “This is just the least of my toys, You will come to feel the sting of most of them during the course of your training”.

“Who am I, you ask” he chuckled slightly “That hardly matters, Suffice to say I am the one who will train you. And as to where you are, this is my playroom. This is where I bring all you women and teach you the truth”.

His footsteps retreated, suddenly the room was basked in light. For the first time she laid eyes on her tormenter. He was older, around 40 years of age, his dark hair was highlighted with grey streaks. Though his body defied his age and was finely honed. Dressed entirely in black he was an imposing figure as he slowly crossed the room returning to his place in front of her, his grey eyes roaming over her with obvious intent.

The room itself was not as empty as the darkness had suggested, One wall was lined with an array of cabinets, dotted her and there upon the unadorned concrete floor were furnishings that looked decidedly medieval. Hanging from hooks on the far away wall was a alarming collection of whips, belts and straps.

 

[Gondolina]

The man seemed to soften once he got what he wanted, but Ashley was not comforted. Especially not when he labeled the room they were in as his 'playroom' and declared his intention was to 'train her'. Moreover, he mentioned "you women" - had other women fallen victim to his antics? Where were they now? Ashley shivered in fright as images of dismembered, mutilated corpses of rape victims floated before her eyes.

Footsteps led away from her, and Ashley hoped that the man might leave the room. Unfortunately, he had merely been heading in the direction of a light switch. When this was flipped on, yellow lights flooded the room and Ashley gasped audibly in horror as she surveyed the room she was suspended in for the first time. It looked like a Medieval torture chamber, with an assortment of metallic and leather equipment Ashley had never laid eyes before in her life on proud display along the walls, and with custom fittings in the floors that Ashley could not even begin to imagine its use.

Moreover, Ashley finally saw her captor for the first time. He looked sensible, if a little old. He must have been at least ten years older than she was, with patches of greying hair on his otherwise dark head. He was clad in black garbs, which explained his complete invisibility in the pitch-black darkness of the room previously. Despite his apparent age, her captor seemed to have kept in tip-top shape, the outline of his chiseled pecs showing through his top, as his biceps threatened to split the sleeves. What shocked Ashley the most was that he didn't seem at all like the psychotic madman he must be. If she had seen him on the streets, she would merely have imagined he was a kindly university professor, or a teacher of sorts.

"Y-you're mad!" Ashley blurted, overcome with emotions.

 

[PipBoy]

He chuckled at her outburst and returned to circling her, only this time he reached out with one hands and caressed her body. His hand gently moving across the flimsy fabric of he Pyjamas, “Not mad, A little eccentric perhaps”. As I circled behind her his hand dipped and caressed her butt, returning above the waist as he continued around her slipping beneath her top and gliding over her bare skin.

“You have been lied to all these years Ashley, People have told you that you are equal to a man, that you have rights” he smiled as he stepped in front of her again and tugged on the front of her top pulling her closer to him lifting her toes up off the ground “I am here to teach you the truth, that you are nothing more than a collection of holes for the pleasure of males, You will learn that your place is on your knees, before whomever pay’s the most for you”.

He released her grip on her top letting her swing back upon the ropes holding her aloft, he reached out and popped the first button of her top loose, “Time to see what I have to work with” he muttered” as his hand moved up to the next button.

 

[Gondolina]

Ashley could barely believe the words she was hearing. This man was obviously deranged, and not to mention, a complete misogynist. A collection of holes, he had called her. If she hadn't been scared shitless at what this madman would do to her, Ashley would be boiling livid. She tried to jerk out of his way when his hand came into contact with her buttocks, but her restraints gave her limited movement. He touched her body freely, much to Ashley's despise and shame.

Unsurprisingly, the man began to undo the buttons of the top of Ashley's pyjamas. "Stop!" Ashley yelled, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp. She didn't have any idea how she was going to get out of this fix, or escape whatever punishment this madman had in store for her. She wondered what she had done wrong, and how she had come into his custody as such.

 

[PipBoy]

My hand stopped as she began to wriggle her voice was loud and it echoed around the room. I glared at her with obvious anger in my eyes as she continued to struggle. Swaying back and forth on the end of the rope. “Your trying my patience” I barked as I once more reached out, this time instead of reaching for the buttons I grasped the bottom of your top and pulled, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room as the buttons flew through the air pinging against the floor.

Stepping behind you I reached for the collar of your top an yanked, Ripping the back of the garment clear and dropping it to the floor. My hands reached for the waistband of your bottoms and pulled them down around your ankles “A slave must never hide her body from her master” I said as I moved towards the line of whips and such against the wall, “She must present herself to him unadorned and ready to serve him in any way he desires” I continued as I reached for a short whip and returned to the spot behind you, I lashed out with the whip, The lashes biting deep into your naked back, i reeled back and struck again and again.

“Apologise” I shouted over the sound of the whip “Apologise for pulling away from me and I will stop” I uttered as I lashed out once again.

 

[Gondolina]

Ashley gasped as he stripped her down, too shocked to even scream. She had seen the flame of anger burning in his eyes and with all the dangerous devices around the room, she daren't challenge him any further. She cringed when he referred to her as his "slave" and himself as her "master", but after his outburst, she kept quiet. Ashley was never a rebellious girl, and she usually stood on the safe side. Apparently complying with this madman was now the safe side for her.

She couldn't see her captor as he proceeded to a wall behind her, but she shivered as the hairs on her now naked body stood on ends from a draft in the hollow room. Out of nowhere, a crack followed by a hot, stinging line of raw pain spread across her back. Ashley only felt herself squeeze her eyes shut, her legs reflexively spasming from the pain. She didn't register the piercing yell she had just made, nor the tears streaming down her cheeks. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't over. The stings renewed themselves over and over again. "Stop, please," Ashley sobbed. Every strike elicited a soft shriek of pain and a fresh wave of sobbing from her. She barely even heard the captor's words.

"I'm sorry!" Ashley cried out as soon as his words registered in her mind. Anything to let the pain stop. Her entire back was raw, and she wasn't even sure if she was bleeding yet. "I'm sorry for pulling away from you! Please stop!"