There will be come

Ricks vision began to lighten; the world around him a kaleidoscope of pale swirls. His hearing was coming alive the hum of electric light tubes and a strange ventilation sucking noise filling the air. He sensed the passage of time-was it still evening? He didn’t think so.

His mind tried to retrace his steps.

He remembered sat in his father’s car; Beth was next to him. Beth was his all star girlfriend; going steady for ages now he still couldn’t believe his luck. With her curly blonde hair; tight sweater top and those thrusting tits she was a dream. She had that sassy hipped wiggle and was a diminutive high school angel. Maybe too much the angel he sometimes thought.

“Where are they?” Rick had asked scanning the car park for his friend. Then seeing an uninvited guest approaching added, “oh for fucks sake Beth you didn’t ask him along did you?”

Beth shrugged her shoulders seeing her boyfriends face wince and then gave him that seductive cow eyes that made everything ok.

“Sorry,” she said with an apologetic smile, big blue eyes fluttering under stray blonde locks, “he’s not that bad is he?”

Eagerly waving at the couple was Scooter, Beth’s nerdy neighbour. The young man wiped his flat grease hair in place his tank top looking inappropriate for clubbing.

“Danny will screw.” Rick said under his breath. ”You know how that smuck fawns over Sadie when he meets her.”

“Oh please,” Beth said holding his hand giving him a serious questioning stare. ”Are you sure its not you being the over protective brother?”

Rick gave the nerd a grunt as he climbed in the back of the car. He’d only just got to terms that Danny was with his precious sisters. The idea that this jerk had aspirations along the same lines was almost beyond comprehension.

Suddenly there was an old high school battle cry from the darkness and Danny and Sadie appeared arm in arm. Danny was impressively big choosing to go the wrestling way back at school rather than Rick’s glory charge on the football pitch and along side Sadie with her waif body and pony tiled blonde mane he looked like a bulldozer.

Rick leaned out to shake his friends hand the blonde skinhead teen giving him a solid grip.

Danny smiled with his cheeky grin then looked into the back of the car. His face then said it all but he still added a pained,”fuck!” Rick just shrugged his shoulders in resignation his younger sister also giving him daggers as if to say, “that’s all we need bro.”

Back in the present in the brightening expanding box Rick could now raise his head. He felt like he’d been kicked by a horse; his brain still spinning in his skull. There was a high pitch voice close by the shrill tones echoing in his new world. His vision tried to make sense of the merging images however the nasally cater hollering was unmistakable.

It was Trilly! “Why, how did she?” Then he remembered.

The club had accepted them with ease, no need for ID or arguments. Even nerd boy had got in looking like a 50’s maths professor. It must have being a quiet night. They danced and partied Beth looking fantastic; a bootylicous babe, his sister also a heavenly sight in her figure hugging dress.

That was when Trill arrived.

Some girls have that knack. The one that turns the boys knees weak. Rick saw many men admiring her great figure as she sauntered up to him. Trill was Beth’s older sister and so different from her it was hard to imagine them as siblings. Beth was so sweet and straight laced; Rick had bluffed his way out of many conversations about how hot she was in bed. That was because even after six months of dating he didn’t know. Trill on the other hand could provide an impressive list of satisfied boyfriends.

Tall with legs to die for Trill gave him a smug smile as she approached. Beth gripped his hand as her red head sister approached. She knew only too well her penchant for boyfriend stealing. Trill cocked her head to one side seeing the possessive gesture her eyes lighting up in delight.

“Oh come on Beth,” she said hands on hips in a look at me stance; “as if I would?”

She them waved her hand dismissively. “Rick’s really not my type, don’t you worry.” And in that quick glib remark made both her sister and her boyfriend feel diminished in some way. Rick gave a snort half in anger half feeling insulted and as he turned away caught Danny eyeing the woman’s long heeled legs.

“Hey duffious,” he said nudging his friend hard in the shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be keeping your eyes on my sister?”

Danny looked sheepishly away but Rick couldn’t blame him. He knew how difficult it was not to be interested in the teen bitch. It was even harder when you went out with her sister.

That’s when the night had started to turn sour. Trill had slapped a boy, no wait Danny had, shit it was hard to remember. They all been thrown out and it had been a struggle to get six in his car; Scooter pressed up against Trills body Danny like a mountain guarding Sadie who in turn was pressed against the far door. It was no surprise that cop car had stopped them. Then Rick remembered was it a cop car, he hadn’t been sure? It had flashing lights but it was more of a van.

Trill’s high pitch wail was like a siren stirring his body. He felt the need to kneel up his vision firming up. His left hand was above his head and he realised it was tied to something. His other wrist felt strange his shoulders tingling in the air. A moment later he realised he was naked.

The voices overwhelmed him, his friends all talking, moaning, and shouting. He took a depth breath his head finally clearing. He recalled that shadowy figure at his driver window, the canister of acrid gas. As he looked around he felt like pinching himself, his stomach turning as he realised fate had conjured something evil into his world that night.

They were all imprisoned in a windowless concrete room.

High above long strip lights glared down a large seamless steel shutter door closed, the walls a mixture of white tiles and riveted aluminium panels. Rick could see two cctv cameras high in opposite corners, the lenses rotating and extending as someone unseen manipulated them. On the far wall from Rick were large scrawled letters.

Everyone must play

Everyone must come.

He took the scene in and in a very short time he understood. How long would it take you to understand you were in the grip of a mad man?

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At the far side of the rectangular room on the left wall was a 12 foot wide Perspex box. The material like you might find in a squash court. The box had a multiple bolted door fastened by padlocks. Inside the box Scooter was able to stand uncomfortable with his stark naked skinny body. On the floor was Rick’s sister; Sadie. The lithe blonde girl was bound with manacles, arms behind her back ankles tied together her mouth forced into a continuous yawn; a leather ball gag tied around her head. Each bondage restraint was held by a 6 digit barrel padlock.

Her eyes were wild in panic and embarrassment, her body so elegant and slim, totally naked apart from leather restraints; curled on the floor. Scooter looked wide eyed around his Perspex cell an embarrassed, ”oh my,” coming from his lips as he noticed a collection of sadomasochistic paddles and ribbed dildos hanging by hooks behind him.

Opposite these two on the right wall was Danny. The big bear was forced to squat his arms behind his back attached to the wall his bare feet were in manacles and he was held in position by a neck brace. He was bellowing in protest his jaw able to move but Rick could tell that metal wings held his head rigid his face pointing straight back towards the Perspex box where Scooter and his bound babe lay captive and trussed. Danny naked cock and balls were pressed onto the end of a big Perspex tube fastened around his groin so he couldn’t wriggle it free. The tube end finished with a protruding cable leading to the wall.

Between Ric and his friend the central part of the room had a strange half cylinder on the floor. About 6 foot long it was like a sawn in two tree trunk, a single hole cut along its length. Beth was kneeling near by her hands behind her back a chain around her ankle allowing her some movement around the long tube; but not enough to reach the far group or come to aid him. She stared at her boyfriend her chest rising and falling; her fabulous big breasted hourglass shape like an upright bottle as she knelt erect. Rick was on the near wall his hand above his head chained to a ceiling hook and Beth looked horrified back at him and beyond to her wailing sister.

To his side in arms reach was Trill. The stunning girl was like everyone else naked her fantastic waist and legs straining as she lay on an inclined metal table. Her big kissable lips were drawn back as she held a continuous open mouth expression of horror and discomfort. Her hands were tied tightly under the cast iron seat back her ass slightly hanging over the lower end of the table.

Trilly’s thighs were parted a little as her leg were out at slight v angles to each other, her ankles attached to fat steel stirrups, looking like roof beams. The beams seemed to be attached by cogs and rods under the table to some sort of machine.

“Get me off this fucking thing.” Trilly squealed

But Ric could do nothing. He just looked at the naked stunner noting a strange circular hoop of metal over her shaven pussy held tightly in place by leather straps

He looked at his free hand then at Trill in confusion. Although he could reach her waist his hand was bandaged tightly by tape and rubber into a black pointed stump. He couldn’t move a finger his digits now covered by this bizarre bandage. Down his fore arm he had a similar hooped steel bracelet bound to his skin his wrist passing through the middle. It was the same as Trill’s pussy hoop with 3 copper points around the rim with a wire leading off under the table. He could see the girls hoop also had the 3 copper points and a wire too.

Trill screamed again in frustration again Rick telling her to calm. His mind was trying to understand what the hell was going on. He could see his naked girlfriend close but unable to help. He looked down at his body. His balls and deflated cock were a deep royal blue, painted for some unknown reason. And all around then tying him, Trill and the rest into bizarre positions were 6 digit barrel padlocks.