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As consciousness slowly returned, Isabel found herself cold, sore and blind. She immedeitly thought back to the night before. Dante's message to Nick.. Meeting in the Golden Hind Bar, having drinks, relaying the message.. And going to his apartment after.
Shit. Shitshitshit.
Pressure on her stomach told her she was lying on her front, hands bound behind her with ...
She paused to tug at whatever held her wrists. A thick, smooth strap encircled each wrist.
Shit.
Zipties were notorious for being extremely effective restraints. Versatile, durable, no sharp parts to cut yourself on, no stretch, and very diffucult to sever if you couldn't see where you were cutting. Fighting down panic, she took stock of her situation.
The floor under me feels cold and rough, so it's probably stone or cement. Hard to dig through, even if I can get free. I cant see, but sound and vibrations will carry well on this floor, so it's almost as useful to be able to hear. I don't know who has me, but it's fairly reasonable to assume it's some sort of governmental body that doesn't or can't approve of what Inferno is doing. I can't feel any monitor stickers, so I should assume that I am being watched either on camera or in person.
She took deep breaths, resting her head against the cool floor, waiting for something to happen .
 
Today is an exciting day, a new toy has arrived.
I always love somebody new to play with, new secrets to unravel.

There wasn't a lot in the file they gave me, but that is no problem. I will find out soon enough, I will find out everything...

I walk through the long dark corridors, they are old, very old.
This place has been used for this very purpose for centuries, many people think it ended after the dark ages, but this dungeon has always been used to interrogate enemies of the crown.

Only a few more doors and I will see what faith has brought me now.
I make sure my heavy boots are heard as I walk towards the final door.
It is a heavy steel door set in a thick concrete wall. It is a modern room inside the old castle dungeon. No sound from this room will ever reach the surface.

After entering the room I close the doors with a bang, the clash of steel echo's through the room.

"Welcome to Castle Blackwater" I say as I walk towards my latest toy.

I pull the hood from your head and stop for a second. "My, what have we here. A female messenger. Isn't this my lucky day.
I don't get many girls down here, in fact you are the first. I have so many things I want to try out on you!."
 
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The dull clomping of heavy boots forces me back to the situation at hand. Four more steps, a pause, and the latch on my door grinds open. The echoes tell me this is a relativley small cell, with few furnishings. The grating crash of the door slamming shut makes me jump.

"Welcome to Castle Blackwater"

Well, that answers the Where-Am-I question.

The feet stop two inches from my head and the hood is pulled off. The cell is small, maybe 12 by 12 , and it looks like solid granite. The only furnishings are a bench cut into the wall, a prison-style toilet and sink, and a sort of bunker shelf cut into the wall opposite the bench.

"My, what have we here. A female messenger. Isn't this my lucky day.
I don't get many girls down here, in fact you are the first. I have so many things I want to try out on you!."

The voice is deep, masculine. I twist around awkwardly, feeling a sudden pang of stiffness, and look up at the man towering over me.
 
"Right then, lets get started" I say as I lift you up.

I grab a knife from my belt and cut off the ziptie.
"plastic piece of crap, Nothing but the best for my dungeon"
As I trow the ziptie into a corner I put the knife back in its place and grab a pair of sturdy cuffs, I clasp them onto your wrist and attach them to a chain on the ceiling.

"Time for the basic inspection"
I take my knife again. and start cutting through your clothing.
Its a quick an rough process. Your shirt is cut and torn to shreds and I even graze you here and there with the sharp knife.
Its only a few minutes till you stand there naked, not a thread left on your body.

"mhm, Very nice" I say as I walk around you and take in a good eyeful.

Running my finger along a tattoo on your chest I say "Ah the file was correct, you are from Inferno."
 
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He hooks an arm around mine, dragging me to my feet. Pain explodes in my shoulder, the joint stiff from the cold and being still so long. He cuts off the zipties just as the pain fades to a low ache.

A knife... Bad choice for you, pal.

My arms stay frozen stiffly behind my back. He replaces the zipties with thick leather cuffs, buckling them tight over the chafed skin. I gasp as he forces my arms above my head and clips the cuffs to a chain hanging from the ceiling.

Auuuuuughh.... Damn you, you bastard.

"Time for the basic inspection"

He picks up his knife and slices my shirt off in four neat cuts, pulling the shredded cloth off before moving on to my jeans. He cuts through the skin on my left hip. I jump, remebering to pull away from the knife. Once I am stopped short by a painful yank to my arms, he carries on, seemigly undeterred. My bra is the next thing to come off, and finally my panties. He walks a slow circle around me, trailing a finger over the tattoo on the bottom left side of my chest.

"Ah the file was corect, you are from Inferno."

The humiliation of being stripped and shackled instantly flashes to rage. The chain above me seems solid and strong. I've done this before. In one quick move, I pull my weight off the floor with my arms and aim a steel-toed kick at the weak spot on the back of the bastard's knee. He goes down with a satisfying yelp of pain.
 
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I fall the floor, but I recover fast. I stand up and slap you in the face with a flat hand.

"Feisty, I like that. But I will soon beat that out of you"

"GUARDS!" I shout, and two burly men enter the room. "secure her"

The two men vanish from the room, to come back with a big wooden table.
It is so heavy the two of them struggle with wielding it.
They place it in the center of the room, and then release you from your chain.

The three of us together grab you and put you on the table, looking up at the ceiling you can feel your hands and feet being bound to the table.

"Now, if you pull a stunt like that again. I'll let these men have some fun with you. And you won't like that, take my word for that"

"I don't assume you want to be a good girl now an tell me all your little secrets I hate this question, but my boss makes me ask it every time"
 
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I glare up at the evil bastard, my cheek burning from the slap.
FUCK. YOU.

He leans in close, his rotten breath churning my empty stomach.

"I don't assume you want to be a good girl now and tell me all your little secrets? I hate this question, but my boss makes me ask it every time"

" You would be right in that assumtion. I've always been bad at being a good girl"

I got him good, but something tells me I'll pay for my moment of pleasure. It's too early to test the strength of my straps, but since they were buckled, not locked, it should be pretty easy to unbuckle them. So I play it safe. turning my head to the side, I relax into the table, letting my shoulders slump, hoping for the best.
 
I walk over to the table, and check your restraints. I pull them a little tighter, and say to the guards:
"You can leave men, This one is all mine"

Running my hands over your body I say "Yes, we are going to have fun you and I"
My hands quickly find your breast, and I squeeze both your nipples hard.
You do not flinch "Oh you have been well trained I see".

I retract my hands, but suddenly slide two fingers into your cunt.
Did I just hear you gasp? "Have I found your weak spot little one? So soon?"

I think for a moment. then back off.
"I'm going to have to get some new, special, tools for you.
We shall begin tomorrow"

I walk towards the door, and do not spare you a second glance.
You hear the heavy door be locked from the outside.
And the lights, are turned off.
 
The hard wood grinds into my back and hips. I'll have some interesting bruises tomorrow, but right now I need to focus on getting free. Exploring the cuffs, I find the buckles and have them off in moments. I remove my ankle cuffs and stand, carefully, shuffling to the head of the table. There is absolutely no light, but a quick inspection on the chain tells me it runs through an eyelet on the table, with a cuff on each end. Unclipping the simple snap link between the last link and the cuff, I am pleased to discover that I can pull it through the eyelet, freeing it from the table. The chain is cold and heavy in my hands.
A fitting weapon, if I can use it I think.
I know what damage a length of chain can do, if swung at an opponent. Hit the right spots and you can break bone.
Reconnecting the shackles to the table, I explore my cell. There isn't much I missed from my first look. A bar of soap by the sink, a towel in the bunker, toilet paper, a toothbrush, and a tube of toothpaste.
Nice to know he cares about my dental health. In the dark, a wry grin tugs at my lips.
After I circle the room, I indulge in a few stretches, then return to my table and shackle myself in.
It's going to be a long night.
 
After making sure the door is well locked and leaving instructions with the guards not to open to door when I am gone, I quickly leave the compound and head over to the nearest big town.
Once there I enter enter a shop, it is dark, with lots of red, and there is a scruffy man behind the counter.
He doesn't even look up as I head towards the back of the store. This place has a reputation for its wide selection of BDSM attributes.
And it does not disappoint. It has all the clamps, whips and chains a person could want. I even find a few things I had not expected to see. A sort of cattle prod. with a warning label on it. "Repeated use on a small area might cause burn marks, Perfect" I mutter to myself.

I browse the rest of the store for an other moment or two, and find more little treasures I can't wait to try out.
"Oh she is in for a surprise tomorrow" I laugh to myself, and head over to the counter.

The man behind the counter looks up from his dirty magazine, his eyes go wide as he inspects what I just loaded on his counter.
"This must be the sale of the week" He says in a ratlike voice.

It doesn't take long to pack everything into a unmarked brown box. I pay the man and leave the store.
The man shouts something like "Come again soon!" but I doubt that, I should have everything I need.


The next morning I enter the castle bearing my heavy brown box, The guards see me struggle with the door, and decide to help me with the last barrier between the two of us. I stand back holding the box as the two guards open the door for me.

The door slowly swings open, and a sliver of light falls on your face, "Is that a grin?" I think to myself.
"Watch out, something seems off" I say as I instruct them to check the restraints.
"You snuck up on me before little girl, it won't happen again"
 
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I blink groggily at the man, sleep clogging my eyes.
" I don't think I could sneak up on you.."
The shackles are back in place, indistinguishable from the last time he was in the cell. I made sure of that. Twisting to the side, I see the box he carried in. Big, no labels, the lid held shut witha strip of duct tape..
" Will you let me up? my back hurts..."
I stretch as much as I can, given my stretched position and stiffness from the night . Pain tears my eyes.
 
"Leave us" I say, The men nod their head and leave the room, closing the door behind them.
"I have been looking forward to this" I say as I run my hands over your body. taking in the curves and feeling your skin under my fingers.
"I have bought a lot of new tools, just for you, A whole box full."

I open the box making sure you can't see what is inside. All you can see is I have two small items in my hand, which I slide into my side pocket.
Folding the box close, I stare at you for a little while. A grin spreads across my face.

I step towards you, and let my hands roam again, "You are very beautiful, I do hope you talk before we have to ruin your looks".
When I get to your breast, I take the items out of my pocket. "Do you know what these are?" I say as I attach a clamp to each nipple.
I squeeze them hard as I put them on, making sure you are past the point of comfort. "Now lets talk, who do you work for exactly"
 
"You are very beautiful, I do hope you talk before we have to ruin your looks".
I glare at him, feeling filthy from his touch. His hands stop at my breasts and he pulls two metal things from his pockets.
"Do you know what these are?"
Theres sudden pressure and, a moment later, stinging pain in my right nipple.
Ow. Fuck, ow.
The bastard squeezes the clamp, and repeats the procedure on my left nipple.I look down. My nipples are being crushed between rubber-nubbed ends of some sort of clamp. Inside, a powerful looking spring gleams in the light from the bulb above my head. The pain isn't the worst I've felt, something along the lines of a bee sting.
"Now let's talk, who do you work for exactly?"
I grimace and try to block out the pain radiating up from my chest.
 
"You know, this would go a whole lot easier, and be less painful if you just talked. Be a good girl today, and there will be a plate of hot food for you tonight."

I walk back to the box whistling a happy tune, and start digging around in it. "Ah, there we go".
Walking back, I inspect my choice. A long thin stick, one button and a small dial.
I turn the dial up to maximum and put the end of the stick on the skin of your stomach, right next to your bellybutton.

You feel a shock, and you buckle in your restraints. "Ooh, I think I like this one"
I go on zapping you, moving around your stomach, but also moving down towards your legs zapping every time the wand recharges.

Letting the wand rest for a moment, I move my right hand between your legs and fiddle around a bit.
"Now, little lady, is there anything you wanted to tell me? We can start small, what is your name?"
 
"Ah, there we go".

He reaches into the box and pulls out an object I know very, very well. An electric cattle prod. Instinctivley, I try to curl into a ball, protecting as much of myself as I can, but the chains on my wrists stop me short.

Shit. This is going to HURT

He turns the dial as far as it will go, and places it on my stomach. I try to take a deep breath to prepare myslef, but he turns it on too fast. What should have been a gasp turns into a sickening moment when I can't breathe at all. He doesn't let up, sending charge after charge into me as soon as the prod will let him. I feel the corners of the room start to stain black. Hazy thoughts drift through my mind like campfire smoke.

Tell him, tell him. He'll kill you if you don't.
Be strong... Inferno needs you
Dante will be so disappointed
He's not going to stop.. You know how they make people talk.


A voice, as if from a great distance:"Now, little lady, is there anything you wanted to tell me? We can start small, what is your name?"

A few ragged gasps, trying to force the air back into my lungs. "Izzy"
 
"Izzy? Izzy?" I discharge the cattle prod again. "Now tell me your real name"
I discharge the wand again, this time right between your breast making your breast shake, that must hurt on your clamped nipples.

"Now lets try that again, what is your name? and who do you work for?.
Don't be shy now little girl, they can't help you now. Nobody can reach you now.
Nobody to help, nobody to be afraid of. Just you, me and the guards outside if you try anything funny"

I discharge the cattle prod in the air in front of your face. "Now little girl, are you going to talk?"
 
"Izzy? Izzy?"

Another searing jolt, to my right thigh this time. The pain is intense, lingering even after the prod is pulled away. I can't take any more of this.
" Isabel McGrey" I choke out. He immedeitly lows the prod between my breasts.

Oh no. No no no no no

" Please! I'll talk!"

As I expected, he doesn't listen, just thumbs the switch that sends a charge down the pole. The current screams through me, forcing me tense against the cuffs. I feel searing pain as the soft skin between my breasts singes. Gasping for breath, my mind replays the lst moments I can remember before waking up here. Dante, relaying the mssage I was to carry over morning coffee. His warm reassuring hand on my leg as he dropped me a few blocks from the cafe. His kindness. Not love, but kindness just the same.

I'm going to die here, whether I talk or not...

The world starts to go black. I feel weak . A thick darkness overtakes me like fog, swallowing me whole, pulling me down. The pain , hunger, stress, it all fades into nothing. My eyes close and at last, it all slips away.
 
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"Aww, shit. Don't pass out on me now. We were just starting to have fun"
I attempt to shake you awake, but there is no result.
I quickly check your vitals by putting my fingers on your neck and my ear close to your mouth.
"Ah still going strong, good".


I remove the clamps from your nipples and release you from your restraints.
Hitting the steel door twice with my first, I relay instructions to fetch supplies.
"And while you are at it, put a mattress on the cell's bed". I shout as they move to obey.

Once the guard are done I pick you up, and move you to the cell's bed. I inspect your body for injuries.
A few small cuts from the knife and some minor burn marks from the prod.
"Nothing a little first aid wont fix then" I mutter to myself.

A guard hands me the first aid kit and I get to work. Cleaning the cuts and putting cream on the burns.
When I am done, I pick up the blanket just brought in with the first aid kit and I cover up your body.

Its not long after that you wake up. "Welcome back Isabel McGrey. I think you should be feeling better?
You can keep the blanket for now. You should realise, talking makes this easier for both of us.
Now, do you want to earn something to eat? then tell me who do you report to?
 
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Burning pain wakes me from deep. blissful sleep. My body still aches from the long night on the table, laced with finer needle sharp threads of localized agony on my stomach, nipples, tits, legs..... A voice calls, as if through a mist. I try to sit up, but a pressure on my chest tells be that's not going to happen. I can't move my arms or legs. It's warm. So wonderfully warm. There's something soft and nice smelling covering my body.

"Welcome back Isabel McGrey. I think you should be feeling better?
You can keep the blanket for now. You should realise, talking makes this easier for both of us.
Now, do you want to earn something to eat? Then tell me who do you report to?


" Water...please!!" My voice is hoarse and scratchy, and it hurts to talk. My tounge feels swollen and dry in my mouth.
 
"Ah yes water, I thought you might ask for that" I hold out a small plastic cup.
"Now you see, I'm not all bad. I am just here to get information. Tell me who you work for and you will get an other cup."

I gently tap a steel can of water that is on my belt. It looks like one of those army field flasks.
"I have instructions to keep you alive, but they said nothing about spoiling you. and dehydration can cause a lot of discomfort before becoming dangerous my dear.
So how about a name?" I shake the flask a bit, to let you hear the water splashing inside.
 
"I have instructions to keep you alive, but they said nothing about spoiling you. and dehydration can cause a lot of discomfort before becoming dangerous my dear.
So how about a name?"

As far as I can tell, I've gone about two and a half days without water or food. A human can go three weeks without eating, but only three days without water. I need to eat,and soon. The sloshing of the water bottle sounds beautiful.
" I told you... I work for" a coughing fit seizes me and I roll onto my side, trying to force my lungs clear. A worried look flashes over his face.
" I work for Inferno Enterprises"
Sitting up on one arm, I notice the foam mattress underneath me.Hmmmmmm....
" Now give me my water."
 
"Yes, Inferno" I say as I reach for the flask and pour an other cup.
I take a sip "aah, nice cool water" But who exactly?
Taking an other sip I say "Just tell me who, and you can have the entire flask.
But the longer you take, the more will be gone" I move to take an other sip.
 
The bastard.
" I work for Dante, that's all I know. I take the messages he gives me and I pass them on. Now give me my fucking water!"
Sitting up makes the world lurch and threaten to fade again, but I lean back against the cool stone until it fades. Thick padded straps are wrapped around my wrists, connected to the bunk by maybe a foot of chain and secured with a snap link.
" I know you think I'm a mine of information, but Dante was always very careful to keep his messengers in the dark. The less we know, the safer we are."
 
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"Ok, I'm a man of my word, Here is your water" now tell me more about this Dante.
What does he look like, what does he act like, what does he like to eat, what scares him?
Anything you know, Spill it. But be careful little girl, if even one thing you tell me doesn't check out. I'm going to screw you over royally."

I watch you gulp down the water, and think to myself how lucky I am to have such a pretty plaything. I should really have some more fun with you.

"So, you heard my questions. There is a plate of hot food in it if you awnser them. You are sure to get hungry now you have all that water in your stomach.
And just let me know when its coming out, I don't want you to soil a perfectly good mattress. because if you don't keep talking, that mattress is of more value then you are."
 
He finally hands over the canteen, and I have to force myself to not down it as quickly as I can. Too much water on an empty stomach can make a persoon very sick. The chains are just barely long enough to let me raise my hands to my mouth. I wonder if theyre long enough to reach over to the other side of the bed and unclip the other hand's cuffs....

What does he look like, what does he act like, what does he like to eat, what scares him?
Anything you know, Spill it. But be careful little girl, if even one thing you tell me doesn't check out. I'm going to screw you over royally."


Yeah yeah, you're Mr Big Man, I get it.

" Dante? um.... bout six feet, brown hair, brown eyes. No tattoos that I know of. He likes steak and stuff. "
 
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