Clarrissa "Clara" Vauxhall was ten-years-old, when she entered the Piccadilly Circus Tube Station. Like her friend Becky, she was a piano prodigy, and loved to play the public pianos throughout the Underground. She'd seen what happened to her friend Becky at Oxford Circus just a month before. Clara had even visited Becky where she was chained to the piano, forced to play piece after piece. She knew how her best friend had been stripped and was even pregnant now.
That didn't stop her from rushing over to the piano on Piccadilly Circus its own little alcove. She brushed off the dust, and sat down, eager to play, just like she'd done at several other places around London. This time was different as she started to play again. The piano seemed to demand that she pour her best work into it. Behind her, she heard a gate crash shut, but Clara couldn't look up from the piano, she had to play on.
Clara felt a tickle on her neck, just above her gold necklace. Then there was jerk of her necklace, as if it was somehow connected to something that was pulling it up. She felt the necklace contracting around her neck, thickening as she played. Her mother cried out that the gate was locked, and Clara knew she was trapped and had to play on.
As she looked down at the keys, Clara saw a red light running across her winter jacket, burning a cut across the top and then down. Her jacket fell off her, as she kicked off her shoes. She was now playing in stocking feet, the lack of her jacket revealing her green vest and pale gold blouse, and showing more of her gray skirt. Her mother was trying to get the station master to unlock the gate, but Clara knew she was trapped and had to play on.
Across her lap, the red light burnt another cut, this time in her skirt. Clara saw it fall off her, revealing her green panties. She also felt the chains around her legs roll her stockings off, leaving her feet bare. Her mother was pleading with the station master now, whose keys were jingling against the gate, but Clara knew she was trapped and had to play on.
Clara felt the chains solidify against her ankles, forming a cuff. The red light burnt another cut, this time through both her vest and her blouse. The vest and the blouse fell off her body, revealing her training bra, leaving her in just that and her green panties. Her mother was hysterical as the station master informed her that the keys he had didn't fit, and Clara knew she was trapped and had to play on.
Two new chains dangled from above, catching her wrists as she played. They encircled her wrists and became cuffs where they did. The red light cut her bra between her breasts and on her shouldera, before moving down to make two cuts in her panties. The bra slid down her back, and panties off to each side and between her legs, leaving her naked and chained. She could hear the station master pulling her mother away, sending her home, and Clara knew she was trapped and had to play on.
The station master returned, opening the gate, to serve her lunch and take away the clothes that had fallen off her body. She was left naked, and had to play on.
When the last train had left, the station master unlocked Clara from the piano. He took her over to a cot, and secured her head tightly to a device at the end. She felt something probe her neck and slide up inside her. Her body trembled, and she felt something leak out around the probe. There was nothing she could do, as Clara knew she was trapped and would have to play on.
The next morning she was unlocked, and served breakfast, before being returned to her piano and locked to it. She began to play her most difficult piece. The gate behind her was not locked when her parents arrived. Her parents pleaded with the station master to unlock her and let her go home, but Clara knew she was trapped and had to play on.
When her second day was over, the station master moved the cot into her alcove. He then locked her into position so he could slide his cock into her already wet pussy. It hurt when he took her virginity, and she had a hard time falling asleep with her ankles and wrists locked together. In the morning he took her again, before unlocking her and serving breakfast. Then she was locked to her bench, before her mother arrived. Her mother pleaded again for her daughter to be let go, but Clara knew she was trapped and had to play on.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Clara was bred every night. Soon she was suffering from the dizziness and nausea of morning sickness, and then her belly began to swell with the station master's baby. During off peak hours, she walked around the station, a chain from the ceiling keeping her within the platform, to keep fit. She wasn't allowed out when her mother was there, who still hadn't figured out that Clara was trapped and had to play on.
On the day her labor started, the station master removed her chains, and sent her on the Bakerloo line home to Kenton. As she rode naked though the stations, her contractions began to come closer and closer together, hitting at every station by North Wembley. Clara was fortunate that she only had to go four hundred yards out of Kenton tube station, round the corner and down Churchill. Her water broke just as she rang the chime. She gave birth in the kitchen, and spent the next week recovering. Her mother didn't want her to return to Piccadilly Circus, but Clara knew she was trapped and would have to play on.
A week after she gave birth, the station master came and attached his chain to the choker and escorted her back down the Bakerloo line. She didn't get another period, and the only parts of her body that now grew were her hair and the babies that the station masters bred inside her. Every time she came home to give birth, her mother wanted her to stay, but Clara knew she was trapped, and would have to play on.