Chapter 11

Kimi had planned on taking the day off but the anonymous little note that she had received had wrecked her plans. She was all jittery and flustered, and scared. She read it again, for the fifth time.

“I know about the $35,000. I have proof too. I can go the authorities. Or, you can meet me in The Dungeon at 10am. Naked. There will be a blindfold there. You will wear it. If you try and discover my identity, the deal is off and I’ll expose you.”

She couldn’t imagine that this was happening ... to her ... here, of all places. Here, where she felt say and sound. She had debated calling or texting her boyfriend, but, since their relationship was a secret, she didn’t want to get him involved.

Resigning herself, she left her room and made for the elevator. She’d be racking her brain, trying to figure out who was doing this to her. It had to be someone who worked her, because rooms like The Dungeon were restricted access. It could be a guest, but that was pretty far-fetched.

Once she arrived at the room, she let herself in. It was, she admitted, a work of art. Dark, damp, with an old smell that while not unpleasant, wasn’t pleasant either. The stone-like interior had several jail-like cells, and leaky water could be heard. She saw the blindfold. Sighing, she removed the clothes from her petite body. At just two inches over five feet and barely 100 pounds, she was small, but she was proud of her body. Finally, she put on the blindfold.

Just seconds later a hand gripped her arm and startled her. It pulled her towards the right, and she followed.

“Don’t hurt me,” she said, somewhat submissively, “please.”

“Quiet,” came the reply, an unusual voice, tinny, sounding like a robot.

She heard a noise and then was forced to bend forward somewhat. Then she felt something around the back of her neck, forcing her forward. Her arms were similarly restrained. It took her a second, but she figured it out. She was being held in stocks, a medieval device.

“Look, stop this now. I’ll pay you mon...”

Kimi felt a hand land sharply on her ass, stinging and taking her breath away.

“No talk.”

Resigning herself to getting this over with, she waited for his next move.

It didn’t take long. She felt his hands on her ass, separating what small cheeks she had. Then she felt something cold, wet and hard pushing against her asshole. It popped inside and went what she thought was about four inches inside of her. She guessed it was a hard rubber buttplug.

She guessed poorly.

She sensed movement in front of her, and a couple of seconds later, her short, reddish-brown hair was grasped, and a cock was presented to her lips. She opened them, but because of the stocks, she could do nothing else. The cock was thrust forward, and she closed her mouth, trying to stop it from entering too deep.

That wasn’t to be. The owner of the cock kept pushing forward, forcing her to take more until she started to gag. He then retreated a couple of inches. Then he pushed forward again, and felt her gag. He again retreated. Then, unbeknownst to her, he started pumping a bulb in his hand, which was connected to the device in her ass by a long, thin tube. The pumping caused air to start to fill the bladder inside of the device, which expanded.

Kimi felt something happening in her ass and forgot temporarily about the cock in her mouth.