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The Shaft
By Hungry Guy (hungryguy@stoolmail.zzn.com)
***
Mindy had gone into New York with some friends Saturday
night. Mindy knew exactly where she wanted to go and
had succeeded in getting her friends to agree to go to
Edge Play, that infamous kink club on 14th street. (MF,
bi, dom, sm, tor)
***
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people
in this story are real. None of these events ever
happened. This story is nothing more than words that
came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real
people, places, or events is purely coincidental.
***
The four girls entered the nondescript glass doors of
the large gray building that could have passed for a
warehouse. A short corridor led through a small mall-
like area, lined with bookstores, kinky sex shops, and
a medical supply store.
A door at the foyer at the end was guarded by a bouncer
who checked their ID's and waved them past. One of the
two elevator doors had a sign taped onto it that read,
"OUT OF ORDER." The other elevator door opened and the
four girls entered. Recorded, and very realistic,
screams of pain came from above the ceiling of the
elevator as they stepped into the elevator. The screams
subsided, but a lesser scream sounded as the elevator
started to descend to the club level below. Then the
screams resumed in urgency as the elevator slowed to a
stop.
The girls exited the elevator, leaving the realistic
whimpering and crying behind as they walked down a
short corridor past cork boards covered with flyers and
personal ads: masters were seeking slaves, slaves were
seeking masters, people were selling cars, and looking
for apartments in Manhattan.
One flyer was posted that said: _Vote Libertarian:
we're pro-
choice on EVERYTHING!_
Someone had written over it: _...and want to let the
rich
outsource all the jobs to India so they can make slaves
out of
middle-class Americans!!!_
And someone else added: _And that's a BAD thing???_
Ignoring the political bickering, they entered the main
room of the club.
Mindy, however, being Mindy, who had always had a
fetish about being captured and her body used in some
diabolical experiment, excused herself and explored the
club on her own.
Finding a door ajar that was labeled, "SLAVES ONLY,"
Mindy had no choice but to enter. She walked down a
short barren hallway with plain concrete walls until
she came to a sort of workshop.
She gasped when she was a naked man hanging by his
wrists from manacles against the far wall.
As she approached to help the poor guy, a gruff voice
spoke from behind her, "You're late, slave!"
Mindy spun around to face the man in green coveralls
with the name of an elevator company embroidered on the
pocket.
"Uhm..." she began to speak when she was grabbed from
behind.
"Hey!" she shrieked.
The two men manhandled her onto a workbench and
shackled her down with her arms outstretched above her
head.
"Wait!" she yelled. "You're making a mistake! I'm not a
slave!"
"That's what they all say," one of the men said.
One of them produced a box cutter, and in a moment, she
was bare- naked. One of the men kicked her ripped
clothes off into a corner.
The two workmen went over to that naked man and
unshackled him.
Dragging him over to the workbench, they pushed him on
top of Mindy.
"Hey! Please don't rape me!" Mindy screeched.
The naked man just moaned.
The two workmen stretched his arms and legs out on top
of Mindy's.
Then they wheeled some sort of big drill over to the
table. Mindy gasped when she saw the two men position
the bit of the drill directly over hers and her co-
captive's wrists.
"No!" Mindy screamed when they switched on the drill.
At that, the man on top of her came out of his stupor
and let out a wicked scream when the bit entered his
wrist. A split second later, Mindy felt a sharp pain in
her wrist and screeched. She knew that the bit had
passed through his wrist and was now going through
hers.
Mindy's wrist felt like it was aflame. They withdrew
the bit and slid a long metal bolt through both their
wrists--and through the bones in their arms.
The worst wasn't over.
The two mechanics drilled two more holes in their
combined arms about an inch apart.
Then they wheeled the drill to the other side of the
table and did the same to their other arm--three holes
with three bolts passing through the holed in their
bones.
The torture still wasn't over. Next they drilled three
holes in their two legs, then through their other two
legs.
The naked man on top of her seemed to have passed out
from the pain. Mindy wasn't so fortunate.
The workmen attached some brackets and other metal
hardware to the bolts in their arms.
Then, using a winch in the ceiling, the workmen lifted
the naked couple up, suspending them from the ceiling,
her left arm bolted to his right, and her right arm
bolted to his left.
Next, as Mindy and her unknown slave partner hung from
their arms, the workmen attached more hardware to the
bolts in their legs.
The two workmen left them like that. They shut the
light and locked the door. Mindy and her new intimate
companion were hanging in total darkness, in agonizing
pain, bolted together by the arms and ankles, their
naked bodies pressing tightly together.
None too soon, Mindy also passed out from the blazing
pain.
Mindy woke the next morning to the sound of the door
opening. The light came on, and those same two workmen
entered the room pulling a small rectangular wheeled
cart full of what looked like metal weights. It looked
rather heavy from the way they were pulling them.
Mindy gasped, "Are you done with us? Can you let us go
now?"
"Done?" one of them laughed and then they walked over
to one of two a gray metal doors in the far wall.
Mindy saw that the hardware bolted to her wrists was
hanging from some kind of track in the ceiling that led
to those two doors.
One of the workmen pulled them along the track and to
the open door. It was pitch black beyond the door, with
some mechanical sounds coming from within.
The two workmen unbolted them from the track and
carried them into the darkened area. A scream echoed
from below, then, a moment later, a black metal
rectangular shape rose next to them, and continued up
into the darkness of the shaft.
"Shaft!" Mindy gasped. "This is an elevator shaft!" she
gasped. The floor beneath them, she realized, was the
roof of one of the elevator cars.
The men ignored her as they attached her wrist hardware
to a set of cables hanging from far above.
"No!" she cried. She couldn't begin to guess how the
pain she was in now would be multiplied ten-fold -- a
hundred-fold -- once they do what she thought they were
about to do.
She felt them fiddle with the hardware bolted through
their legs.
The workmen took nearly an hour connecting her to the
machinery. Not only that, but a nurse-type woman came
onto the top of the elevator car and connected an
intravenous type tube to their arms, then left. When
she had to pee, she didn't care that she was naked and
bolted to a strange naked man, nor that there was a
workman working next to her; she let her bladder empty
and heard her water strike some sort of pan directly
under her on the top of the car and go down a drain.
Then the workman stood and held onto a support. He
fingered a walkie-talkie and said, "Car coming up. Are
you clear?"
The radio crackled, "Just a second. Setting a breaker.
Okay.
Clear."
"Okay," the man next to her spoke. "Car coming up."
Mindy felt a tug on her writs for a split second, then
the pain did, indeed, multiplied--a thousand-fold! Her
arms felt like they were about to rip from her shoulder
sockets as the gray concrete walls of the shaft slid
down.
The roof of the shaft approached, then the motion
slowed as the inside surface of an elevator door passed
down against the front of the car and they stopped.
The workman climbed up a ladder off the roof of the car
into some sort of equipment room just above. Every step
he made sent lightning bolts through her body until he
was on the ladder and out of sight into the darkness
above.
Mindy heard the two of them talking about putting the
car back into service.
Minutes passed. The two workmen seemed to have
vanished. Then the elevator started to drop, the
movement sending more daggers through her body, evoking
a scream from her mouth. Her naked male companion was
still unconscious--oblivious to what had been done to
him.
The elevator slowed to a stop, temporarily adding to
the weight, evoking another scream. The vibration of
the elevator doors opening send needles of pain through
her body. Then as people entered the elevator, each
adding another hundred pounds or two to the weight of
the elevator itself--each footstep sending lightning
bolts through her stretched body.
Her companion moaned as the elevator began to rise.
"Aaaaah!" he screamed into Mindy's ear.
"Hey!" Mindy gasped despite the pain.
The elevator stopped, and the people exited.
"Where am I?" he said. "Yeeow! Where am I?"
"We're part of an elevator, I think," Mindy said.
"Oh! They said something about working on an elevator.
But who are you?"
"I'm Mindy. Who are you?"
"My name is Otis."
"Funny," Mindy said.
"No, really. That's my name. Not so funny, huh?"
"How long are they going to keep us like this" Mindy
asked.
"I don't know," he answered.
As the days, weeks, and months passed, the answer to
that question never came.
* END *
My stories can be found on:
http://www.asstr.org/~HungryGuy.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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