17 comments/ 81208 views/ 50 favorites Cruel Choices By: Zero_Infinite Authors notes -- I've made quite a few little edits. The general gist of the story is the same but I've edited the feel of it a bit. I also changed the ending of this section so that I'd have more freedom should I go back to it again. It's not a big change, but it is at least a merciful one. Oh and disclaimer; this is all a fictional fantasy, I wouldn't ever condone this sort of behaviour. But consensual fantasies on the other hand... 1 Nikki's lashes flickered as her eyes struggled to remain open. As she lost the fight to remain conscious she clenched her delicate jaw, thinking back over the last few hours that had led her to this point. **** Having just graduated she had been looking forward to spending a summer in Europe. She'd planned to meet up with a friend who was already out there and the two of them were meant to backpack around and spend lots of time relaxing, sun bathing and flirting at clubs. It wasn't like she needed to backpack; in fact, her father was almost completely against the idea. He was wealthy and didn't like the idea of his daughter spending time in less reputable parts of the city. But she wanted to relax, enjoy the 'real world' for a few weeks and he had reluctantly agreed; he had never been able to refuse her big blue eyes, when she pouted and batted her long dark lashes. So she had flown out of Newark airport, having checked away her luggage, she'd been told by her friend to pack light and make the most of the good weather: small shorts, tank tops, bikini's and a few small slinky dresses for nights out. She had always been athletic and looked good in all of them. She was cursed by some of her friends who'd say she could look good wearing a potato sack. She had a nice body, nothing exceedingly exceptional, but she did take care of herself. Her figure had filled out more in the last couple of years as she had hit adulthood, her hips gaining some width that gave her toned rear an almost upside down heart shaped curve. She wasn't vain, but she had looked at herself in the mirror on occasion. Her breasts had settled at somewhere between a C and a D cup, and hardly hung at all, the pertness of youth keeping her small pink nipples pointing slight upwards. She knew she had a good body and as such she dressed to compliment it; though on the plane she had dressed modestly. A ribbed white tank top that hugged her figure, a pair of army green shorts cut mid-thigh that left her slender legs bare and a pair of walking boots that she couldn't fit in her luggage properly and had chosen to wear instead. She had flown first class and her father had requested she fly under her mother's maiden name, Smith. She did things like that, now and again, since she was little and thought nothing of it. Her father had told her stories whilst she was growing up about secret agents and spies. When she was little she had enjoyed pretending she was someone else and that she had been on a top secret mission, so that now it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. She relaxed back into the large comfy seat and had put on a movie, resting her eyes and drifting into the awkward, uncomfortable place between being awake and asleep. As the plane lurched and sunk in altitude she jumped, feeling like she had woken from a falling dream, she glanced about trying to regain her senses as panic erupting from people around her, the lights on the overhead dash flashing and pinging through the noise of people yelling. She pulled out the earphones that played the music of the ending credits to some foreign film and sat up, just as the emergency breathing mask fell down in front of her. Still blinking her eyes clear of the mugginess of sleep, she wasn't sure if she was truly awake. The voice of the pilot came out of the crackling sound of the tannoy, she wasn't sure if it was just interference, but it sounded like his voice was shaking, "Th-this is your pilot. Please remain calm. There is a fault with the ventilation system. Calmly place the emergency oxygen supply masks on and then help others who may need it. On-board security officers will be moving through the plane, p-please cooperate with them-" The tannoy cut out with a small thudding sound and the plane hit a patch of turbulence at the same moment, shaking slightly in the air. Nikki grabbed the mask and rushed to put it on, not sure what was wrong with the air in the plane but she didn't want to find out. Having been half awake she realised she was the last one around her to be putting it on, the others having put their own masks on before the pilot had finished talking. She didn't bother to curse herself for lack of initiative; this wasn't the time, besides she hardly had chance as a large man came through the curtain from the back into first class. Wearing a gas mask and holding a silenced pistol. She felt her heart jump and it took her a moment to remember that the pilot had said that there were officers on board. She still felt uneasy though, and he looked like a thug from a mobster movie. Trying to reassure herself that officers went undercover all the time, it did little to help her and she froze like a rabbit in headlights, holding her breath as his gaze swept over her. She relaxed a little as his eyes moved past her without stopping and over the others in first class before he stepped back out. She blinked and looked around, everyone had fallen asleep; at a time like this?! Wait... that didn't make sense she realised. She felt woozy as the reality of the situation hit her like a strike to the chest, sending her heart racing as she ripped the mask from her face. The adrenaline shot through her as fear tried to take over, this wasn't a plane fault and there was no ventilation failure. She sucked in a few lungs worth of clean air, but her head was still dizzy, the gas she'd breathed in having started to take hold. She forced herself out of her seat, her body telling her to run, struggling with the belt she managed to stand and she started to make her way drunkenly to the front of the plane, away from the man she'd seen earlier. She'd been drunk once or twice before with friends at house parties, but only just being 18 she hadn't had that many chances. The most drunk she'd been had been at her best friend's house party. She'd bet she could beat her friend's brother at beer pong, the loser having to spend the night naked. She had lost the bet. However he had gone easy on her, he wasn't a total jerk and had seen how petrified she had been about the idea of remove her clothes in front of all those drunk people, especially as a crowd of boys had started to swarm around them. Instead he'd let her have an easier forfeit at the jeers and booing of all his friends. She'd given him a private show of changing into a bikini that she had to wear all night instead. She'd had her ass grabbed a few times that night and someone had tried to undo the knot that had held her top up, but he had kept an eye on her and stopped anyone getting too forward. Later that night he would have been her first and the two had sort of been seeing each other since then. Right now however, she felt a thousand times worse than she had that night. Struggling to the front of the plane she slapped her hand on the door a few times. Waiting she wondered if they'd heard her. She hit it again harder and tried to call out, just as a man opened the door. She was relatively tall for a girl, a few inches short of six foot, in a pair of heels she could tell you she was a model and you'd not be inclined to disagree. However this man seemed to tower over her, light brown hair touched with grey, and a hard, rough face. It wasn't just his height that made him seem so large, the look in his eyes could drill through you. He seemed a little startled as her hand slapped him on the chest where the door had been moment earlier. He looked at the hand and then back up at the girl, he raised an eyebrow and grinned, a shark's grin. "Hello little kitten." He said it in an unmistakably Russian accent. She stood there staring, the drugs having dulled her senses considerably. As he pulled out and jabbed a small needle into her arm, she just looked at it, feeling the sting a second later. Ouch. She let out a small cry of fear at the situation a few tears of fear coming to her eyes as she fell. He caught her and as her eyes started to close she saw the pilot on the floor looking at her. Why was he just lying there with that stupid look on his face, not doing anything? She thought to herself, until she saw the hole in his head and blood seeping out onto the floor. She shivered as she slipped into unconsciousness. 2 She awoke slowly, her head fuzzy, though clarity returned with shocking speed, the world focusing rapidly around her as she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her nose, she breathed in smelling something potent that stung her nasal cavity. She felt a rough hand, fingers on either side of her chin holding her head up. She shook her head free and the hand moved away, taking the smell with it, she blinked seeing the bottle of whatever they'd used to rouse her being closed and taken away by a man wearing a balaclava. She didn't start screaming, she felt like it, she felt more terrified than she ever had before. She lifted her hand to her face- or at least tried to. Finding that it was pinned to the arm of a cold metallic chair, her other arm was held the same way by what looked like a thick leather belt lined with some sort of fur to stop it rubbing. As she shifted she could feel that her ankles were held the same way and another belt was around her waist keeping her seated firmly. Looking down she could see the chair was bolted to the ground. She swallowed, holding back a scream of fear, her eyes watered a little but she didn't let herself cry. Her father had somewhat prepared her for difficult situations and all the times she'd chastised him for being over protective or lecturing seemed foolish. They were covering their faces. That was good, it meant that they meant to keep her alive and didn't want her to identify them, important as she knew they were willing to kill; the thought of the pilot nearly bringing her to tears again. They held her in a small room alone, there couldn't be a room like this for every passenger or this building would be enormous. Perhaps they'd only taken people from first class, people who might make good hostages? She thought and put out of her mind what that could mean for everyone else on the plane. She was still wearing her clothes, something she was very thankful for. Her thought was cut off by the man picking something up off a tray and turning around. She looked half in curiosity and half in fear as a flash of light caused her to blink. Photos. So she was a hostage then? She opened her mouth, "Wh-where am-" She was cut off by him raising his hand and narrowing his eyes. He didn't need to say a word; she closed her mouth as he moved around her taking some more pictures. She wondered why they'd need some from all angles and some taken close up of her arms, legs and chest made her shudder with fear as her mind couldn't figure out why he might be doing this. He left, closing the door and the room went black. 3 Left alone for hours or even days, she had no idea anymore, the light finally switched back on the buzzing sound of the light bulb was the first noise she'd heard since she'd stopped sobbing. She felt like she couldn't cry anymore, even the tears long since dry. She shifted awkwardly; she'd wet herself during the time and felt extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed by that even as it had now mostly dried. A man walked back in and she started to beg, "Please, I'll do anything; just let me out of this chair." He looked annoyed as he walked over towards her, she flinched a little, and felt only a sting in her arm and glancing down she saw the syringe pull away. She tried to plead some more but the noise trailed off into slurs as her eyes fell closed and her head slumped forwards, her long hair cascading down around her face. The man in the balaclava was joined by another. They moved swiftly without speaking showing they'd worked together before and that they knew what they were doing. He checked her pulse against his watch before giving a nod. They removed her straps and lifted her with ease onto a metal trolley. They secured her wrists and ankles with metal cuffs as a precaution and then they wheeled her out to the corridor and to another room, tiled with a drain in the middle of the slopped floor. One man pulled out a sharp knife and with a cut at the waist, down one side and then along the front of the other leg he was able to pull off her shorts and throw them into a bin. A cut at each strap of her top and down the side and it quickly followed her shorts. They were professional and moved quickly, but he took a moment to appreciate her body. Toned abs with the slight dimple of definition, slender legs with a hint of muscle in the calves that ran up to her slightly softer thighs and wide hips. Her breasts were supported by the black lace trimmed bra emphasising their size and the small black triangle of fabric connecting to a lace band around her waist were the only things covering her flawless skin... The other man cleared his throat and gave him a look, saying something in a Slavic sounding language. He nodded and with a slice of the fabric between her breasts and another two at the straps he removed her bra, her breasts flattening out a little moving apart somewhat as they were freed from the bra. Her pink nipples peaked her large breasts and as the cold air touched them they shrunk to small nubs surrounded by a 'quarter' sized circle of pink skin. The men tried not to let distractions slow their work, two slices to the band of her thong and a tug left her naked, except for the boots on her feet. A small landing strip of hair between her legs, was the only hair she had from the neck down, freshly waxed for her holiday she was as smooth as silk. The rest of her garments joined the other as the unarmed man lifted up a hose from the wall and turned it on. He began washing her, he'd put on a glove with a slightly abrasive looking sponge on the palm. The other man picked up a bottle of what looked like an expensive soap and liberally drizzled it over her before picking up another hose and glove. They made sure she was thoroughly clean, though they paid more attention to her breasts and between her legs, being gentle with the pink folds of her womanhood at least. They unlocked the cuffs, tuned her over, and relocked them. Revealing her back, that led down to her narrow waist before curving back out to her hips and rounded rear. They washed her again, making sure to get every crevice. 4 When she awoke for the second time she was at least feeling clean. She was lying comfortably on a bed and it took her a few moments to realise that the rough woollen sheets were not hers. She sat up suddenly and looked around with fear in her eyes. 'A different room,' she realised. She noticed also that aside from her walking boots, she was completely naked. Standing up with some effort as her head spun, the bed was a metal frame bolted to the ground with a small mattress and a rough cover and thin pillow. There was a mirror across the side of one wall and a chair, not dissimilar to the one she'd been in before, that made her shudder at the sight of it. She crossed her arms over her chest seeing herself naked in the mirror; she looked a little more obscene at wearing the boots with nothing else and with a small frown at the thought of someone stripping her. Had those men taken her clothes? She noticed a pile of fabric on the chair. She quickly moved over to it and picked it up, confusion and some fear went through her as she realised that the small pair of underwear, a light blue G-string and the black dress were hers and had been in the luggage that she had thought were in the hold of the plane. That they were here confused her, she couldn't think of a sensible way in which they could be. She quickly struggled to put them on, stepping her walking boots through the circles of string that made up the small piece of underwear. Pulling them up and slipping into the black dress she saw herself in the mirror. She'd been washed, she could tell that, but didn't want to think about it. She noticed also that her hair had been dried and straightened and she was wearing a small amount of makeup, she recognised it as her own and the way it was applied was strikingly similar to how she put her own on, somehow that scared her more than anything. That they knew things about her that they shouldn't know, and had gotten her clothes that should have been locked away with the rest of the luggage. She realised then that this was all too focused on her, that she must have been the target on the plane and she shuddered, pushing down thoughts of what that meant. The dress was a halter neck with a low hanging scooping neckline that revealed her cleavage, stopping at about her sternum. Her back, shoulders and arms were left bare. The bottom half hugged her hips, rear and legs tightly coming down to mid-thigh. In a club it would be striking, here, in the boots and the cell it made her feel very uncomfortable to be so exposed. The mirror changed in a blink to a screen with people staring at her. Until she realised that it wasn't a screen but a one-way mirror. The lights had just been off in the room on the other side. A few men sat in what was like a small home cinema type room looking in at her. She opened her mouth in horror at the situation and thought of how long they been looking in at her, naked, lying there on the bed. She saw a couple of women sitting around too and a couple of young girls, around her own age stood around looking uncomfortable in skimpier outfits than her. It did nothing to make her feel any less comfortable seeing them. 5 The man sat, watching Nikki wake up and look around, she was scared and confused. Another man leaned over to him and spoke to him in Russian, "The cameras are on sir." He nodded and grinned, "Hmm good." He watched her whilst he spoke, "Her father took someone very special from me many years ago. I want him to know the pain of loss... and so much more..." "What will you do with her... afterwards sir?" He turned to his subordinate and grinned, flashing teeth, though the grin did nothing but instil fear. "Afterwards? What do you take me for, a monster? I don't mean to kill her, no that would be too easy. I've waited too long, longer still since his betrayal." He shook his head "I had some of my men take some photos to send to a business associate of mine, I plan on using what we learnt from the facility in Naukograd to make her more... interesting." He frowned a little, "To his specifications of course." The other man gave a concerned look. "I thought those projects were banned? Discontinued after the fall of the USSR?" He shook his head and smiled again, "I wish you wouldn't say 'fall of the USSR', it sort of implies that I've given up, which I very much have not. Do you think I spent so long solidifying my power across the world, giving up a chance at a normal life and revenge against the men who wronged me for so long for nothing? No. An old friend of mine has seen our progress and is willing to join me; I will give him this girl as a present when she is done. He was a friend of Vladimirovich and will allow us to gain the legitimacy we've sought for so long." He saw that Nikki was dressed, he held up a hand dismissing the other man before flicking a switch that lit their room and pressing a button on a microphone, speaking in English, "Hello Nikki." 6 A small crackle of static followed by a voice, "Hello Nikki." She glanced about nervously before noticing that the voice came out of a speaker in the top corner of the room. She let out a small whimper at her first attempt to speak before regaining her composure enough to talk. "W-ho are you? I'll do what you ask, just plea-" Cruel Choices The voice laughed cutting her off and she shivered, she recognised the voice from the plane and shied back further from the glass. "Sit down." The chair beside her sat facing the mirror. She glanced at it and shivered at the idea of sitting back down in it. "P-please, tell me what is-" "Please. Sit. Down." The voice spoke with a threatening level of insistence and she whimpered, quickly doing as she was told trying not to think of the pilot laying on the floor of the cockpit. Perhaps he can't hear me, she thought and a small hatch in the wall opened and caused her to jump. Beside her a tray slid in with a pair of scissors, typically used in hospitals for cutting bandages. "Cut off your dress." She glanced at the scissors and then pleadingly to the man behind the glass, "Is he serious?" She murmured. "I am very serious. You can either cut off the dress or I can come in there and do it for you." She gulped and picked up the scissors. She reminded herself that she had been naked when she awoke and that he could have done anything to her whilst she was unconscious. It didn't help to make the act of stripping infront of him any less embarrassing. She snipped the neck of the dress and started to stand as she began to slip it off. "Did I say you could stand up?!" She sat back down and bit her bottom lip, why did he want her to do it without standing? She didn't talk back again, she had to cut the side of the dress off at her hip to the bottom and slide it out from under her awkwardly. She put it down next to her on the tray with the scissors and crossed her arms over her breasts. Before she could form the thought that keeping the scissors with her might be a good idea the tray slid back out. She swallowed, crossing her legs. Though the mirror was gone she could still see a faint reflection in the glass and from the image of her sitting there with her arms and legs folded she could easily be naked. The small triangle of fabric barely covered her small landing strip and labia, the strings offering no concealment. She was sure it was her smallest pair of underwear and that that had likely been the reason for its selection. "Good girl. Now, put your hair up into a pony tail." A hair band slid out in the tray and she hesitated before doing as told, it seemed innocuous but it sent a shiver down her spine, her mind racing. She felt afraid, too afraid to cry, showing weakness like that in front of someone like this did not seem like a good idea. Her hair tied up she opened her mouth to speak again, "P-Please, just tell me what is happening." Silence. She started to beg again, "Plea-" "I have not given you the option to talk and yet you keep on insisting on it! Very well." The tray came back out with a bundle of metal rings and leather straps. "Put this on. Behave and I'll let you remove it." She swallowed as her heart continued beating at a rapid pace. She lifted up the 'thing' and inspected it; she bit her tongue before she could ask what it was. Her eyes widened as she understood. A metal ring about an inch in diameter was connected to three leather straps. Two looked like a small belt and her eyes widened as she understood that they were meant to go around her head, the ring in her mouth. The third strap was split half an inch up into two smaller ones and she realised that it was split to accommodate her nose. The odd end had some sort of weird clip with a keyhole indicating it locked in place. She stared at it for a few minutes her hand trembling. "You saw what happened to the pilot didn't you Nikki? You want to find out what else I'm capable of?" She bit her bottom lip firmly and shook her head; placing the ring in her mouth she tasted the metal as it pushed her jaws apart. Any larger and it wouldn't have fit, the thought of them measuring how far apart her mouth could go whilst she was asleep and it caused her to shudder. She took the two pieces of leather and pulled the around her head, fastening them just above the nape of her neck securing the ring in her mouth. The third piece came up pressing against her top lip uncomfortable going up and around her nose and over her head. The material had another ring that she found accommodated her ponytail. As she pulled the hair through the ring she realised this had been their plan to start. As she fastened the strap at the back, over the other two she felt it click in place with a snap. She looked at herself in the mirror and realised that the ponytail had been to further the bridle like look of the gag. She looked like how she imagined the people who fantasised about being ponies may look. Her heart pounded inside her chest. "Now. Stand up and rip off your thong." She frowned. Or at least her eyes did. Her mouth was held open in a permanent o-shape. Her jaw ached slightly and she rubbed at it. She saw the silhouette of the man moving his mouth toward the microphone again. She shivered again stood up quickly. As she did she saw a flash of teeth, a grin, and he moved back to sit and watch. She thought for a moment about how she could do it whilst avoiding the most discomfort. Grabbing the string at her hip, she wrapped it around her hands tightening the garment, pulling it firmly up between her cheeks and labia, revealing the top of her landing strip. She pulled firmly apart with her hands, the string digging into her fingers before snapping. She broke the other side with a similar method, though the underwear was looser now and didn't pull so tightly into her crotch. She felt humiliated and the slight wetness of the fabric caused her eyes to widen with shame. Had her body really been reacting with excitement to this humiliation? How could it? He was a monster and was asking her to humiliate herself. He scared her beyond belief. But she had to acknowledge that he was ruggedly handsome in a scary way and that apparently something about being commanded to do things was causing something to happen to her body that she couldn't control. The wall behind her slid apart. She spun around with fear in her eyes. There was nobody there. She relaxed a little, having expected there to be people behind the wall. She tensed as she glanced around and saw odd things that had purposes that weren't apparent at first glance. There were numbers on the top of the wall above each machine. Machine was probably the best word as they reminded her of the machines you see in gyms. Benches and strange hand holds and such, she couldn't imagine what they were for. "Go and sit facing the wall at number one." She spotted the number and hesitated before she walked over, her arms still crossed over her body; she saw cameras following her and shuddered a little, her arms hugging her tighter. She wiped at her lower lip of a small dribble and took in a deep breath to keep herself from drooling over her breasts. The 'seat' was a small padded bar poking out of the wall, about a foot in length. She straddled it as she tried to work out how she was going to sit on it. She was sure he said facing the wall. She had to spread her legs a little to get close enough to sit down. She sat facing a panel on the wall and two holes about shoulder height, her knees spread in a lewd fashion, she held one hand between her legs to cover herself. "Reach in and pull the handles in the holes in front of you." She closed her eyes and did as she was told, feeling exposed as her hands came away from her body, a little thankful that she faced the wall, she didn't think a camera could see her here. She prepared herself for the feeling of flesh, her mind searching for what could be happening and figuring that the most likely outcome. She was somewhat surprised then, when it was in fact two rubber grips, she braced herself and pulled as she had been told, not sure of what was going to happen. Her eyes widened as she felt straps suddenly tighten around her wrists. She let out a small sound of protest and she let go of the grips and struggled to pull her hands free. She pulled them from the holes however they were held firmly by a pair of belts that were looped around her wrists and the loop tightened by metal buckle that pressed against her skin. Before she could think, the belts moved, slipping into two small grooves that had seemed like a design in the wall and moving away from her. She widened her eyes and struggled against them, tugging firmly to no avail, and she couldn't resist as they moved out, spreading her arms horizontally. She started to stand but as the straps kept moving they pulled tightly at her arms, causing her to have to sit back down and keep her shoulders level with her wrists. Her face was pulled closer to the wall and just as she thought they were about to keep going the straps stopped. She sat on the bar, her knees against the wall, legs spread a little further that she would like to let her get closer to it. Her breasts and cheek were pressed firmly to the wall. She could move back a little but doing so caused her shoulders to ache. The panel that her cheek was pressed against clicked and parted. She let out a little sigh as her head moved forward into a small recess, letting her get her shoulders level with her wrists and releasing the tension in her stretched out limbs. She felt the pressure of her breasts being pressed against the wall vanish and realise a similar recess must be below, though there appeared to be a shelf below her chin. Looking around, she saw that her head was in a semi-circular recess in the wall and blinked as she heard a noise. She thought she felt something against her left breast for a moment and jumped, well, she flinched, as jumping was more than she could manage. The noise had been the wall of the recess her head was in moving. The wall appeared to be sliding out and around her, behind her head. The base was made of a thick cluster of nylon wire brushes, like the type used to keep a draft out at the bottom of doors on on the bristle of a soft broom. They stroked against her bare neck causing her to squirm and struggle as they tickled her sensitive skin. She widened her eyes and the laughter turned into a more frantic sound as she realised that it was a box that was closing around her head, cutting her off from the rest of the room and more importantly her naked body. She let out a final whimper as the box closed with a click plunging her into pitch black. Worse still, she definitely felt a hand brush against her breast. For all she knew, other than against her knees and arms that felt the wall she could be sitting on a bench, her body completely exposed to a room full of people, legs and arms spread wide. The darkness was broken by the light of a screen turning on in front of her. She saw herself from behind and struggled hopelessly, though it confirmed that she was seeing herself live through one of the cameras and that there weren't people all around her. She could see that she had been pressed up close against the wall, her arms pulled straight out to form a T-shape and that to accommodate that her shoulders were level with the wall. Her head in the box, her back was arched, keeping her hips as far back as she could and as such her legs as close together as possible, though they were still held apart at a lewd 90 degree angle. The image disappeared. Instead writing came up on the screen in big bold letters. 'Chose one, by looking and blinking twice.' She raised a brow. 'Clit or Nipples.' She furrowed her brow and swallowed, not really knowing what on earth she was being asked let alone what it was for. The voice boomed in the small space. "Choose one Nikki or I'll choose for you." Fifty-fifty was better than worst case. Thinking, it seemed like the choice would be to have something done to her, not to choose which to protect. And so she looked at the less sensitive of the options, 'Nipples', swallowed and blinked twice, hoping that whatever it was would be easier there than the alternative. The screen flickered and another image appeared. It showed a room with a woman in it wearing a leather jacket; she had a long dark blue hair, shaved at the sides of her head, a few piercings and full sleeved tattoos. She looked like she belonging in a motorcycle gang or a prison. The room looked like a tattoo parlour of some sort, though improvised. She wondered what this woman had to do with anything. There were tools around and she saw her removing something from a packet. The woman pulled out a tissue of some sort, the type that doctors use to sterilise wounds. She rolled her chair across the room and suddenly Nikki's heart froze, she'd been thrown off by the perspective, but the camera was obviously on the other wall. She saw a pair of breasts sticking out of a hole in the wall. Her breasts and she felt the cold wet feeling of the alcohol on her nipple and the feeling of a rubber glove as she saw the woman wiping her breast with the wipe. She made sounds of protest and did her best to pull away, to get free, but now that her neck was trapped by the rim of the box she couldn't even pull far enough away to hurt her shoulders severely, just enough to cause discomfort. The straps moved apart again, pulling her back with a small cry of pain, oh god, they were tight now, she felt life she was being pulled in two, unable to move an inch. The camera zoomed in on her pert breasts as she saw the needle. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt it pierce with a burning pain. She let out a small cry, it didn't hurt that badly, but the indignity of it hurt deeper. She kept her eyes firmly shut as she felt the wiping of the cold solvent on her other nipple. The same piercing pain as before and she knew that both of her nipples had been pierced. Moments passed and she opened her eyes with trepidation and saw her same breasts sitting there as before. Except now two silver rings with what looked like a ball bearing hanging below, hung from her nipples. She felt a gentle ache in them and she whimpered in fear. She had thought about getting it done before. She didn't dislike the look, but obviously she had thought to be given the choice. Having her nipples pierced in such a quick and sudden manner. Held like she was, by some sort of machine, made her feel like livestock. Her arms fell as the straps released their tension. The box around her head moved back and as she pushed herself away from the wall she glared through the slot her breasts had been in with an indignant look. The woman sat there with a shotgun aimed at Nikki, she froze and backed away as the wall slid back and clicked into place. She shuddered. She was able to pull the straps close enough together that she could loosen the buckle and slip her hands free. She ignored the wet patch on the bar she'd sat on, she didn't want to think about the times she'd been tied up during sex, the way it made her feel, made her heart race. Her heart was racing now, but she was sure it was for another reason. She reached her hands to her tender nipples. Feeling the rings she studied them carefully looking for some way she may be able to open them and take them out. She couldn't see a way to remove them and hit the wall with the palm of her hand, letting out a small cry of anger. She turned to the glass wall with fury and a desire to smash it but it was gone, the wall that had been in place before had returned and cut her off from the bed. She looked up at the cameras instead and narrowed her eyes. "I wouldn't do that Nikki." The voice spoke, seeing the intention in her eyes. She ignored him and strode towards one above a table, she'd had enough of this game. She started to climb up before she faltered as a pain struck her nipples like they were being pierced anew. She let out a cry and her hands went to her breasts. What was that? She thought. "That was a low shock, Nikki, I warn you, do not do anything you are not told to do." She stamped her booted foot, her breasts bouncing a little; she ignored the pain of her piercings moving with the motion. "Now now, this was your choice." She scoffed and shook her head. "Ah, but it was!" He said with obvious humour. Though she shook her head some more. "Your words were, "I'll do anything, just let me out of this chair." So I let you out and had you play this game. You started it by immediately saying you'd do what I asked, so I had you strip, put in the gag and sit on the bench. All you had to do to leave is ask to go home." She looked a mixture of unconvinced and annoyed, she hadn't remembered saying those things, "'et 'ee 'o 'ome." She reached for the back of the lock and knew that it wasn't going to come undone. She tried to console herself with the thought that he'd never have let her go even if she had asked. But part of her wouldn't listen and irrationally cursed herself for not saying that first as stupid a thought as that was. "Now you are playing my games though so you couldn't leave even if you asked and I've not said it is over yet." She swallowed and wiped her chin of drool that came from her still wide hanging mouth, the ring wasn't quite as tight as it had been, and she worried irrationally that her jaw might not close again if it wasn't out soon. "Though we are on to round two, round two is the quick-fire round." He said with a chuckle, "That's what your American game shows call them right? Well this is how it goes, I ask you to make a choice I'll count to ten, each second with be a small jolt-" A sharp pain in her nipples caused her to cry out in shock, her hands pressing against her breasts. "And at ten I'll get to choose, one, both or neither... Oh and if you wish to leave the game, simply sit down on seat number ten and wait. Like I said, it is after all your choice to be here." His voice trailed off with a sense of smugness. She looked around and saw the seat. It had so many parts to it looked like a flower made of metal opened up, she shuddered looking at it, the seat was a bucket seat that would lay her back at a 45 degree angle, her legs in the air either side of a pole in the centre at an indecent angle. It would expose her fully to the room and undoubtedly those watching. All those parts could do horrific things. That chair wasn't an option; what it would entail beyond just sitting... she didn't want to know. 7 A few moments passed. "So. First choice." She shuddered and her hands went to her nipples protectively. The thought of how she was going to answer him came to mind and made her worry that he'd play the whole game choosing for her and just shocking her pointlessly. "Choose a seat, two or three." She glanced around, spotting two; it looked like a machine you sat on with the bar above your head and you pulled down at a gymna- "Aaa-" Crap, she had no time to think about what it could do, she glanced around for three and- "Eaa-" Second shock, they weren't as bad knowing they were coming but it still motivated her. She couldn't see it, and not knowing what either of them did. She didn't think for another second. Sitting herself down quickly on seat two. "Good. Now, reach up and attach the handcuffs above your head to your wrists." Could she just... not do that? He did say it was her choice. She swallowed and shook her head. "Alas, but you've made your choice and so you must go through with it." A small shock; and a scream. Well shit. She thought, wiping her lower jaw of drool and did as commanded. The clicked in place and then lifted drawing her arms up further over her head. She could stand but didn't see any point right now; thinking for herself was just bringing her pain. Though she did start to rise as a door opened and someone entered. It was the woman from before. "Sit down girl." She commanded in an authoritative voice a thick French accent that you'd not hear outside a world war two resistance movie escaping her full, blood red lips. She refused and a shock went through her nipples, the woman winced as well, her hand coming up to her breasts. Could it be that she had the same piercings? She thought to herself a flash of sympathy going through her eyes. Sitting down as the woman walked over she drew what looked like a seatbelt from under Nikki's seat; she fastened it atop her thighs, stopping her from standing again. She gave this woman a curious look and the woman smiled devilishly. Cruel Choices "No girly, I'm not a prisoner, I faked it for your benefit." She pulled down the thin white top revealing a pair of smaller gold rings. She pulled her head back a little, a move the woman noticed. "Hmm, a little shy? Perhaps I should help you to get used to these things slowly hmm? Lick my nipples and I promise to not hurt you... more than necessary." Nikki raised a brow in a questioning fashion. "Well?" She hesitated before moving forward and extending her tongue flicking it over the other woman's nipple and then the other, the woman pressing her breasts forward a little as she did. She'd never thought of herself as being gay. She liked guys, she knew that, but she had had some thoughts growing up about her horse riding instructor. She'd seemed so confident and glamorous and held herself with an air of grace that couldn't be faked. But even with a few shameful thoughts now and again, that was just admiration, she tried to assure herself as the voice returned. "Cry out once for black and twice for red." What did that mean? Who cared, she'd just pick black, "Ah-" A shock. "-AH!" "Red." She felt hurt that her choice had been taken away by the shock causing her to cry out a third time. She felt the sudden need to struggle, to make them know that she had picked black not red. She blinked and frowned. What the hell is wrong with me? She thought, realising she was getting worried about a simple choice she didn't even understand. The French woman came back with a bag and placed it on the ground. She pulled out corset of red leather. It looked to be well made and would probably have cost a lot had she been buying it in a store herself. The corset was placed around her and the hooks at the front closed. The woman got out a small device and pressed it to each hook it made a small sound and when it came away an indentation was left in the metal stud that each hook went around, she wasn't exactly sure but she felt like she'd just been sealed in. "Now, breathe in sweetheart." The woman said. The corset had very little in the way of cups, though small C-shapes made of leather sat under her breasts and held them up and together. Had her breasts fallen unsupported like this you'd assume they were fake, but her youthful pertness and corset acted to give her real breasts the extra boost. The corset was pulled tight and then tighter and tighter still. She whimpered a little to indicate that she'd had enough but the lady pulled again making her think she wasn't going to be able to breathe out again. She could manage small half breaths, but that was about it. The woman moved down the laces her knee coming up against Nikki's back as she went down, pulling each tighter than Nikki thought possible. Finally she got to the bottom and started to tie it off. She got out another machine and she heard a sound behind her, something whirling, something cutting. The French lady placed the excess cable in the bag with the machine. Cable?! It looked a little like telephone cable but instead of electrical wires inside she saw the frayed ends of steel wire. Well... there was not going to be any give in this corset then. 8 The man watched the screen with a smirk. "Sir?" Asked the man from before, "What is the point in all this?" He laughed, his eyes not leaving the screen. "The research was meant to create sleeper agents who would kill without a second thought. The drug we gave her is sending a chemical to her brain weakening and strengthening certain synapses, combined with the punishment and electric shock it allows us to have her more readily yield to our suggestions. This is just part of the process... and a bit of enjoyment, for me at least." The man hesitated for a moment, "No sir, I meant why are we doing this to her?" He turned away from the screen and looked at the man who worked for him, he couldn't quite remember his name and he shied away at the look. "Why?" "Y-yes sir. Of those who you've chosen to seek vengeance against. Well... we've killed families, given some slow deaths, but all this." He motioned to the room, "The plane, the brain washing..." He trailed off. "Her father killed the only woman I've ever loved. He revealed information to our enemies that saw his own wife captured. This girl is the only thing in the world he cares for. I don't think he'd care about what I did to him. So this is the only way I can see to hurt him. I will turn her into an obedient slave and show him what I've made of her." He had spoken with anger in his voice, the words dripping with more venom with each one uttered. He sighed, his anger quelling as he relaxed back into his chair, "Besides, He wants some doll to parade around on his arm, might as well kill two birds with one stone." The man was quiet and nodded. "So, why aren't we using the chemical to make more sleeper agents, sir?" He asked, switching the topic. He sighed, "The procedure is... complex. The drugs cause them to become obedient. It essentially breaks away the need for choice by making them make them in an instant without a consideration for their own welfare. They could strike at the slightest hint of vulnerability... but eventually it makes them a little too obedient. Initiative is lost and it was determined that they didn't make suitable assassins." "I see..." "Though this isn't the first time it has been mixed with some pretty powerful aphrodisiacs and abused for more... ethically questionable purposes." He said with an evil smirk. 9 The French woman fixed something to Nikki's ankles above the boots she still wore, she considered kicking, but she didn't really have the angle to hit her properly and decided it'd probably just end in electric shocks which she wanted to avoid. She focused on trying to think of a way she could get out of here though he options were slim if not non-existent. Her mind went back to the chair, chair ten. She could choose to sit in it. But once she'd chosen she couldn't back out, could she risk it? Would it be worse than what they were doing to her now? She shivered, her mind going to the thought of the dungeons she'd seen in a tour in Edinburgh several years ago and she knew that it most certainly could be. The woman removed the strap across Nikki's thighs. She pressed a button and her arms started to pull upwards, Nikki struggled as she was lifted off her seat by the tugging of the cuffs around her wrists. She stood, with some difficulty as she found that the corset was making it impossible to bend at the waist even a fraction of a degree. Her arms were lifted until the cuffs dug painfully into her wrists. She stood, arms pointing directly up, back held straight and her legs held apart, strapped at the ankle either side of the bench. The woman smiled, a smile that sent shivers down her spine and caused her to try and press her knees together without avail. She ran her nails down Nikki's arm and to her side sending a wave of ticklish sensations through Nikki that caused her to squirm and cry out. "Now, you shall not want to make the next choice, so I'll be kind enough to remind you about my ability to select both should you refuse, I think you'll see why you'd rather make a choice." She could almost hear his smile and her heart pounded as if it wanted to break from her chest. She was having trouble breathing and had to calm her nerves with a small whimper, though his next words did not help. "Cunt or Ass." She froze, eyes widening as she let out sounds of protest and struggled some more. "For cunt, put Miss Cloutier's left nipple in your mouth, for ass, put her right." The woman stood before her and pulled down her top again as before, Nikki stood staring, had her mouth not been held that way her jaw may have dropped at the indignity of the choice. "AH-" One; she thought to herself. She had an idea what it was going to be, she just hesitated. Even though she could feel the slightly wetness between her legs the idea of what this would be scared her a little. A second shock and cry; two. Although the very face that she was becoming more and more excited by this was scaring her. The most adventurous she had been in bed had been with a pair of plastic handcuffs, this was all too much. She winced; three. Or was it? She swore the pain was becoming less in her sensitive nipples. Either way she had to make a choi- four --choice and she knew which she was more ready for. Five. She blinked and her stomach fell, she realised she'd not properly been listening, too caught up in the fear and embarrassment. Six; another shock drew a wince. He'd said left first, right? That was the one for 'cunt' she felt dirty at thinking the word. Seven. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to remember, what if she got it wrong? Eight. Her thoughts were feeling cloudy, was it all the drugs they'd give her? She leant towards Miss Cloutier's left nipple. Nine. She was running out of time! She felt like the other woman had pulled back a little. Scowling, she thrust her head forward and fell slightly, her mouth wrapping around the tip of the French woman's small breast firmly. She felt the ring pressing against her tongue and tasted metal. She felt a shock and clenched her eyes, not moving a muscle, pleading that it had been in time and had been the one she had meant to choose. She felt a strange feeling through her, as she held the other woman's breast in her mouth; she could feel heat between her own legs and struggled to tell herself to stop getting so excited. "Hmm, you know. As much as I appreciate your affection, you can take my breast from your mouth now." Nikki blushed and pulled back with a look of utter embarrassment as the woman touched her face softly, with affection. "Oh, well now, if I'd known you'd blush that shade of red I'd have asked to keep you for myself. It matches my lips." She said, leaning in and pressing her lips to Nikki's cheek, giving her a gentle kiss. She shivered a little, the act wasn't kind. It was full of lust and cruel intent, but it was soft and gentle and it did make her feel... less alone. She tried to give the closest thing to a smile she could but Miss Coultier wasn't paying attention, instead she pulled something from the bag. Nikki swallowed, the smile wiped in an instant. That was unmistakably a dildo she was holding. 10 Somewhere in a bar in an American town a man sat alone in a bar, the light of an old CRT type screen doing more to light up the place than the supposed lights. "This is news at ten." The TV said. The bar was empty except for the grizzled looking man in the suit. He had black hair, with streaks of grey running down either side and the look of a hairline that was about ready to recede. "The plane from Newark to Helsinki is still missing. New information suggests that the pilot may have been feeding fake progress reports for the latter half of the flight. Friends and colleagues noticed his wordings being rather out of character. Others have suggested that it was the pilot himself who had chosen to fly off course. The transponder had been manually shut down somewhere before the plane reached the UK and was reported by the pilot as a fault. No sign of plane or wreckage has been found." The man in the bar finished his drink, neat whiskey, and growled at the bartender for another. "Awful thing this plane fiasco, ain't it?" The bartender said as he poured him one. The man grumbled, not wanting to make conversation. "Hmm, reckon it was hijacked myself. Taken by some secret military type. Never can trust people these days." He looked up and gave the bartender a strange look opening his mouth to talk- "Yes." The bartender replied with what sounded like a Russian accent. "Yes we have her and yes we will kill her if you do anything stupid." He gritted his teeth and slapped his palms on the bar-top about to stand. He felt a gun against his head and his instincts told him to freeze. "You were a brother to us. You sold us out. You betrayed us and our cause, setting us back over a decade. What for? Money? A life in the US?" He scoffed and Nikki's father stood still and silent, clenching his jaw, his worst fears coming to fruition. He replied through gritted teeth in an American accent, "You know I don't care about those things. You'll never understand why I did what I did, it is outside your capacity to understand." The bartender sneered "You killed your own sister and you lecture me on the capacity of emotions?! Not even the most savage of animals is so ruthless." He glanced away, "Like I said... you wouldn't understand why I did what I did." The bartender spat at him, "Like I give a shit. Now... there are some things you are going to do, some insurance policies you've set up that we are going to need taken down if you are to ever see your daughter again." Her father felt hands pulling his own arms behind his back and frogmarching him out to a back room. "This could be a trick, the plane might have crashed. Unless you prove that she's safe I-" A photo was shown to him of his daughter tied to a metal chair, looking scared and he shut his mouth with fury in his eyes. 11 Nikki shifted and struggled against the bonds at the sight of the smooth phallic shaped black piece of rubber, but it was as hopeless as before. The handcuffs above her head were pulled tight, the corset around her waist tighter still. Her legs held either side of the bench between her legs. The French woman made calming sounds as she moved over and stroked her face softly. "There there sweetie, remember you chose for me to be gentle earlier. So I will be..." She held the dildo up, it wasn't massive but it was still quite big; it was connected to a piece of red leather than looked to be identical to the material the corset was made from. "I'd lick it if I was you." Nikki hesitated but chose to take the advice, leaning forwards and putting her lips around it. It only just slipped through the ring into her mouth and she shivered slightly. Her boyfriend wasn't small, but he wasn't exceptionally well hung either. Secretly, she'd not tell him, but she had been slightly disappointed, she'd wanted the feeling of something larger inside her, nothing monstrous of course, but bigger. She didn't talk to anyone about it, it was a rather perverted desire, but she was sure that most people had them; they just never spoke about them. She put her thoughts aside as she put her tongue to work licking around the dildo. The other woman 'helpfully' gave her more of the dildo, to moisten. Nikki pulled back, gagging a little. "Shh. Relax." The woman gripped her pony tail firmly and bent her head back, and began fucking her mouth with the dildo. She couldn't make a noise in protest as her eyes widened. It was all she could do to relax her throat and try her best to breathe through her nose, her eyes wide with anger as she gagged a little. She wasn't particularly rough, but then, not being particularly rough when forcing a black rubber cock in and out of a bound woman's mouth is really a relative term. She made more soothing sounds, her hand slipping down to squeeze Nikki's breast, after less than a minute she slowed. She pulled it out and smiled, Nikki did not look pleased and made a sound to project this through deep gasps to catch her breathe. The trail of saliva between the dildo and her mouth made her look a little less threatening and Miss Coultier smiled a devilish smile and wiped Nikki's chin. "Oh, shush, I'm sure your boyfriends have given you much worse. Such a pretty pair of full lush lips you have. Perfect for wrapping around a nice hard cock. Or pressing against my clit." She purred the words into Nikki's ear. Causing Nikki to squirm, she couldn't let these words have this much of an effect on her. The thought of the other woman pressing Nikki's mouth forcefully between her legs caused a strange pressure between her legs. She realised then that it was a real pressure. She let out a sound, though it sounded slightly lewd and caused Nikki to blush. She felt it stroking against her sensitive lips as she tried to relax. Her knees instinctively tried to pull together in vain as she felt the tip of the dildo being run between the pink folds of her sex, pressing up against her clit caused her to cry out again. "Well well, I guess that wasn't necessary after all. You're soaked Nikki, you naughty girl. Are you enjoying this as much as I am?" She said with a smirk. She felt the other woman's fingers spread her lips softly and then the dildo being pushed upwards, it wasn't massive, but it was big and she definitely felt it enter her. Miss Coultier kissed and nibbled at Nikki's ear as she began to gently move the tip of the dildo in and out of her. Nikki's legs went slightly weak as she felt her small opening being stretched and relaxed around the head of the fake cock. She moaned a little and she felt it start to be pushed deeper inside her. Oh, it was big... and felt it. At perhaps 7.5'' in length and as wide as her jaw would go, though her mouth was somewhat petite, it filled her tightly. Coultier worked it in and out some more. She pushed the final half inch inside, Nikki making small sounds of pleasure as her body betrayed her, she was enjoying this, she tried to fight that thought, to tell herself she needed to escape, but more and more she felt a pressure inside her telling her to keep going. It scared her and she refused to let it show. She felt something cold and a little rough press against her clit, though it started to warm, it felt a little metallic. The leather material came up in front in a small thin strip of material that just covered her landing strip and left her hips and much of her groin bare. It fastened to the corset and then she felt a thinner strap between the cheeks of her behind as evidently it was fixed to the back too. The device from before that had sealed her in the corset came out and was pressed to where the straps had been fixed, a small mechanical sound obviously sealing it in place. She shuddered a little, feeling her wet hole, tightly stretch clench around the dildo, her mouth and pussy both held open to capacity she shuddered with a mixture of fear and pleasure. "Maybe I'll see you later sweetheart... if you choose wisely." She grinned, kissing her cheek again and tugging at the rings in her nipples causing a small squeal of pleasure and pain. Nikki blushed at the pleasure part of that cry. The woman packed up her things, left a key on the bench in front of Nikki and left, the door sealing behind her. After a moment the chain holding her wrists in the air loosened and let Nikki sit back down. She picked up the key and managed to unlock the cuffs. She leant over, with difficulty, bending at the hips- wow, she felt the dildo move inside her as she did that, not being able to bend at the waist and having that thing inside her shift if she best at the hips was inconvenient. She undid the locks on her ankles too and stood up. She moved away from the machine and her hands went between her legs. She caught sight of herself in a mirror. A set of red lips printed on her cheek, her hair in a ponytail, a ring gag holding her mouth open, drool on her lower lip and now the corset. She'd known it was tight, but the curve it gave to her figure was almost unreal. It made her breasts and hips look cartoonish in comparison. She placed her hands around the narrowest point and shuddered at how close her fingers and thumb came to touching, she had to get out of this. She tried to find a way to unfasten the dildo from between her legs first, her fingers felt at what had been the clasps but there was no way that she could see to get them free, the machine having effectively sealed them on. She tugged, but the material was thick leather and didn't budge. It felt like it had been put together to suffice as medieval leather armour. She reached behind herself and felt the cables, but she couldn't feel a knot and she had no idea how it did up, let alone how to loosen it. She tried looking behind herself in the mirror, but the restriction to her movements stopped her from twisting at the waist. She sighed at the futility of the situation. She wiped her cheek clean of the lipstick before feeling behind herself, hoping the strap might come off at the back. It was hopeless too.