Chapter 3: Basement

She awoke to the sound of metals clanging. She try to see but everything was out of focus. The room dark, pitch-black, except for one beaming white light above her. Her memory was still hazy: ‘Went to her room… had shower… a man! There was a man!’ She tried to move but her body didn’t bulge. She tried again, nothing happened. By now, her eyes could see better. She looked around and found herself being cuffed everywhere. Her body laid on something hard. It looked like a steel table. Her neck was cuffed to the table, her arms stretched to her sides and wrists clamped down. There were also cuffs around her arms. Her legs were bonded in place too! But she couldn’t see them because her enormous mounts were obscuring her lower body. Her mounts? She realized she was naked. Panic started to settle in. Then, she heard footsteps: heavy and slow footsteps. It came from somewhere down her feet, but she couldn’t see it. The light above strained her eyes causing everything else to be black.

“Oh, you awake?” said a voice. It was coarse but audible.

“I’m sure you have many questions but I can only answer some.”

She could tell he was on her right but she still couldn’t see him.

“Where am I? In a basement. Why am I naked? You’ll find out soon.”

Suddenly, a figure stepped under the light and she saw someone tall, wearing a white lab coat. She couldn’t make out his appearance because a mouth mask covered his face. He was holding something in his hand. Her fear kicked in when she realized it was a large gardening shear. She screamed, but only a muffle came. Her mouth was gagged.

“Rest assure, I won’t rape you. My kind of fun is… different”, he said in a cynical tone and slipped off one of his gloves. His bare hand hovered over her chest, and with two fingers, he snatched the tip of her right mount.

He chuckled, “Oh, these are nice and big! They fit right in my fingers!” and began rubbing her nipple in a twisting motion. Her bud responded to the touch and began to point to heaven. Disgusted by someone playing her, she tried to squirm free, but it was futile. The cuffs did a great job keeping her in place.

“It’s quite soft. Wait here, I’ve got the thing for that” said the man and walked away into the darkness.

In her head, she was telling her right nipple to soften down. She was ashamed of her body for feeling horny at the stranger’s touch. She hated being played with. A few seconds later, the man appeared again with a bucket in his hand.

“These are ice cubes you see and when I place them like this” and rubbed her right nipple with an ice cube. As the ice sucked in the heat from her tip, her nipple began to harden. He moved the ice around making sure it touched every surface of her areola. The frost began to seep into her nerves and she could feel the chill biting on her nipple. She closed her eyes and tried to break free from the cold.

There was no warning when she heard a soft squlish. Something rolled down her breast and landed on the table next to her head. She glanced at its familiar shape. Her eyes widened and she immediately looked at her chest. There was something missing! The tip of her right breast was gone!