CHAPTER 5: LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER
The car roared to life as the garage door opened. They turned left, and then
left again. One long road blended into the next until finally she had no idea
where she was. After awhile, the stops became less frequent, until they were
motoring along on what she guessed was a highway.
The car started to slow down and turn a corner. Suddenly the brakes went on
three times, rocking her in her plastic prison. She closed the lid.
They rolled on further and eventually stopped. It was really getting hot and
stuffy. Sheathed in sweat, she breathed short, shallow breaths.
The car started moving again. A little further on, two short brakes. She
pushed the lid open as far as it would go, trying to get some air inside.
After some time the car stopped, then backed up a bit, then fell silent. the
car door opened and slammed shut again. She could hear his shoes against the
pavement. The trunk opened and she squinted against the light shining in. "Get
out." he said.
She struggled to move, but she was stuck. He reached in, wrapped an arm around
her waist, and lifted her out effortlessly. She followed him to a lone door on
the side of a warehouse. He opened it and ushered her through. "I have to park
the car. Stay here and DON'T MOVE!" he commanded. Jenny nodded obediently. He
took another look at her, then nodded and left.
The warehouse was filled on one side with row upon row of shelving units. One
the other end was what appeared to be metal working tools. Directly in front of
her were a bunch of large devices covered with tarps. They looked about the
right size....
She went to one of them and peeked underneath. Her heart skipped a few beats.
It was one of the metal frames. She pulled the tarp off and let it fall to the
floor. It was one thing to see them in the video; quite another to be touching
it.
She ran her hand along its smooth, cold metal contours as she inspected the
device. It sported four thick metal posts upon which rested a slightly bowed
part, like a small part of a very large cylinder wall. It was lipped at the
back where the legs would bend down, and had a lipped hole at the front. She
guessed this was where the breasts were exposed. Another small lip supported
the neck, with another band further on for the forehead to rest on. There were
numerous metal hinged "ribs" on either side. She pulled one of them up. It
swung over the central part to secure the victim in place. The arm and leg
posts were semi-cylinders with bars that could be pushed in place by some
mechanism.
Moving on, she found a thick metal piece intended to go over top of the neck,
and another smaller band to keep the head in place. Near the bottom of the head
hole, a metal bar ran through, with a large plastic ball in the middle. For
some reason, the ball had a hole running through it from top to bottom. This
would gag the victim permanently while locked in the frame.
All around the frame were various adjustment wheels. One for height, one for
leg length, one for neck width, positioning of the gag. She played with them,
trying to figure out what her size would be.
Her breathing was rapid. She felt lightheaded, exhilarated, terrified. Her
clothes were locked away at his house and she had nothing but these baggy
overalls... She proceeded to unzip and drop the overalls, unable to believe
what she was doing. She caressed the machine again, then proceeded to climb
onto it.
She placed her legs into the leg braces. There was some kind of lever near the
brace. As she pulled it, rounded bolts slammed home, pinning her left leg down.
Breathing more rapidly, she pulled the right lever, and her other leg was
similarly imprisoned. She pulled ribs up and over herself, then lay on her
stomach, with her breasts hanging down through the hole. Reaching behind her,
she slapped down the ribs one by one, each one clicking home as it locked into
place. Oh god, what was she doing? She was stuck now. There'd be no way for
her to get out.
She lowered her head into its place, opening her mouth to let the gag in, then
pulled the metal braces around her neck and head. They slammed home with a
healthy thud. She knew they had locked because she couldn't pull it back again.
Now came the tricky part. She couldn't put her arms into their braces and
operate the lever at the same time. Finally she reached a strategy. Reaching
over, she locked one arm into place. She then pulled the lever half down on the
other side and held the top bolt with her thumb. Climbing her hand down thumb
by finger, she snuck her arm in and let the hasps slam home. She was now
imprisoned within the frame's cold metallic embrace.
She heard the door open behind her and close.
"Oh my god what are you doing?" he seethed.
"mghh"
He went over to the machine and inspected it. "I can't believe you locked
yourself in this! I don't have the key!"
"ngggh!?"
He cursed silently. "If someone catches us here we're in deep, deep trouble."
He cursed again. Oh how she wished he'd take his rage out on her. She was
completely at his mercy, helpless to defend her imprisoned flesh from his
onslaught.
"I'm going to get a key. DON'T YOU MAKE A SOUND! If you're caught, we're both
in deep, deep shit."
Jenny's heart sank to her stomach. What the hell was she doing? This wasn't a
game, this was real! She started to moan.
"Shhhh! Shut your pie hole! I'm going to look for a key so be quiet until I get
back. And don't make noise, even if you think it's me. We're not the only ones
here."
Her head was secured so tight that she couldn't move it, and she could only see
his torso and legs. He went off to the side. She could hear him moving the
tarp. He threw it over her.
"You stay quiet and you might get out alive, got me?"
She nodded, something extremely difficult to do with her head so securely bound.
She heard his footsteps, then the door, then nothing but the slight hiss of the
air conditioners.
She was alone, naked, and tightly bound to a metal frame. Completely helpless
and at the mercy of anyone who might find her. An orgasm overtook her and she
shook violently against her bonds as drool ran down her gag to the floor.
She awoke with a start. She was paralyzed. She couldn't move. She shook
violently and realized she was still in that cruel metal frame, bound and
helpless. Another small orgasm rocked her. She looked down at the puddle of
drool on the floor underneath her. How long had she been out? The gag went
deep in her mouth and her jaw was beginning to ache. Maybe she could pull the
bolts back around her arms and adjust her head a bit. She pulled along one of
the bolts but it would not budge. They were locked just as securely as
everything else. There'd be no freeing herself; she'd have to wait for him.
Talk about reckless. She came all this way with a sadistic weirdo whose name
she didn't even know. Nobody knew she was here. Nobody knew her connection
with him. She'd simply disappeared from the face of the earth. People might
look for her for awhile, but nobody would think to look here, wherever that was.
Who would miss her, really? Her father had left while she was a toddler. Her
mother was probably back in a rehab center, barely aware of her own identity.
She had no contact with her extended family at all. The closest thing she had
to a friend was Annie, sad as that was. Her boyfriend? She'd known Josh a
month. He'd look for her, of course, but soon he'd move on.
Jenny suddenly realized just how lonely she was. A sob escaped into the gag.
She wept silently, tears running down and dripping from her nose, until she
drifted back to sleep.
She could hear footsteps. Her breath stopped. Was this a dream? She couldn't
tell, but they were getting closer. She kept perfectly still and silent. Was
it him? Come to free her? Or come to torment her? He'd said he was going for
the key so probably the former. She relaxed and waited for him to take the tarp
off. The footsteps stopped. She heard some clanking sounds, and then a light
squeak as something was wheeled away. The footsteps returned. Another set of
clanking sounds and then the footsteps faded. What was going on?
The footsteps returned. Something brushed against the tarp. Something clanked
and reverberated through her frame, then another. Suddenly she was in motion.
Oh god, someone was wheeling her somewhere else! The tarp was still over her so
nobody could see her, but she couldn't see where she was going, not that it
would have helped if the tarp was off.
The frame bumped slightly and the sound of the warehouse changed to be more
echoey. A hallway? She was wheeled along further, then another bump, then she
stopped. A metal door closed. Her stomach left her as she began to descend.
She let out a slight moan, then checked herself. There was no reaction from
whoever was pushing her frame.
The elevator eventually stopped, and she was wheeled out into another hallway it
seemed. Down the hallway she rolled, around a corner to the left, then two
rights, then she stopped. She heard a sound and a beep. It was a card swipe.
She remembered the sound from the video. She was being brought to a torture
room! Terrified, she held perfectly still and silent.
The frame was rolled into the room and then stopped, rolled back and forth a bit
as if to position it, and then left in place. She could hear a clicking noise
repeating over and over. It eventually stopped and she heard the sound of a
tarp. Not hers, luckily.
There was some grunting and a heavy thud, then another. Then some metal
scraping sounds, followed by more clicking. What was going on? And how long
till she was discovered? The clicking stopped again. Suddenly, her tarp was
pulled off. She tried to pull her head up to see what was going on, but it was
secured facing down.
"What the!?" came a voice. The owner of the voice walked away. She could hear
him faintly. "Uhh Sir... Can you come down here a sec? We got a problem."
He walked back over to her, then was silent. What was he doing? She tried to
talk but the gag made it all meaningless. "Just sit tight, love, we'll get to
the bottom of this soon."
Another set of footsteps approached. "What's she doing here?" he snapped.
"I don't know. I just pulled the tarp off and there she was."
"Do an inventory." he snapped, "Look for any missing girls."
"Yes, sir!" One man began to trot away. "And don't let anyone else in here!"
he called.
He was silent for some time, and so Jenny tried to speak again. "Mgh rarghhra
harrgha."
"Save your breath, love, you'll be accounted for shortly."
He drummed his fingers on the frame. "Still, I'd like to know who was helping
you escape."
Something beeped. "Well?" he shouted. She was about to try to talk when he
spoke again. "All of them?"
A short silence.
"What about lockdown five?"
Another pause.
"I see. You are to report this to no one. Start working in block 3."
"Well," He said, placing a calloused hand on her buttocks, "it appears we have a
Jane Doe."
