Saffron lay helpless on the cold stone floor. She breathed ragged gasps of air through the tube in her mouth as she tried to fight back the claustrophobic terror that threatened to overwhelm her. She was trying desperately to free herself before her captors returned, but her limbs were tightly bound, and her futile struggles just exhausted her further. As the minutes ticked past, she became more and more frantic. They would be back soon, and whatever they had planned for her next was going to be even worse than before. She had to get herself and Jenny out of this place! Remembering what she had been through so far, she began to fight harder against her bonds.

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Saffron and Jenny had arrived at the new club in town, Tantra, full of excitement, looking forward to a night of partying. The interior of the club exceeded their expectations. It was decorated like an eastern temple, with huge statues of Shiva and other exotic figures towering over the dance floor, and giant tapestries covering the walls. The music pounded as the two girls explored the various side rooms, earning admiring glances from the people they passed. They were looking good and they knew it. They came across a room full of cushions, with a fountain on the middle. Two gorgeous men were puffing from huge bubble jars. One looked up and said, "This is the VIP room. But you look like VIPs too, so come on in!"

Saffron and Jenny were thrilled, and soon found themselves lounging in the cushions, chatting to the guys, who said they were the club owners. They were offered drinks, which they sipped luxuriantly, feeling special as other girls passing the room shot looks of jealousy their way. The drinks were strong, and Saffron soon found herself giggling inanely at everything the guys said. Looking up she saw a bouncer closing the door. Then she suddenly noticed that Jenny was asleep, but the guys didn't seem to care. They were staring at Saffron intently and she realised that she was speaking utter gibberish. The room began to spin as she slumped back into the cushions. The last thing she remembered was being lifted by several pairs of hands as she slipped into unconsciousness.

When she came around, a beaky-looking man was leaning over her, chanting in a monotone.

"Saffron, you will remember nothing, Saffron, forget..." He leapt back in surprise when she opened her eyes.

"Where the fuck am I?" She groaned in disorientation. She looked around, and saw Jenny lying like a zombie next to her on a hospital bed. Her eyes were open, but she stared blindly at the ceiling. Saffron sat up dizzily, and the little man scuttled out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Hey!" She called after him, but he was gone. She slid her legs off the bed and stood, holding onto the side rail as a wave of dizziness swept over her. The floor was freezing against her bare soles. She felt nauseous, and tried to remember how much she had drunk last night... and then she recalled being in the cushion room and passing out. Did those guys slip a drug into her drink? She let go of her bed and took two unsteady steps over to Jenny, and peered into her face. Jenny did not look good, she thought. She wasn't even blinking. Saffron wondered where that weird man had gone. Her friend looked really sick. Why wasn't someone helping her?

She decided to go and get some help herself, and stumbled to the door. A few fruitless tugs on the handle told her it was locked. She swore in frustration, and then stopped to listen as she heard voices outside.

"What do you mean it wasn't working?" Asked a female voice.

"She was awake!" Replied a male voice she recognised as the man who had been in the room. "She isn't suceptible to it, Angelica. We need to do something else!"

"You fool! You should have given her a shot or something. Is she tied up?" Snapped the woman.

"No..." Answered the man. "But she's probably still dopey from the drugs. You know I'm not good at that sort of thing!"

They argued for a minute and then the woman said, "OK, I'll take care of it!" The door handle twisted.

Saffron was ready. She didn't know what was going on, but it was obvious from the conversation she had overheard that she was in danger. She had picked up the nearest heavy object, a small oxygen tank, and was waiting crouched behind the door.

It swung open and a stunning blonde woman in a white nurse's uniform entered the room, a hypodermic ready in her hand. She took a step into the room and spun around as she heard the door creak, and saw Saffron hurtling towards her. She screamed as the tank hit her shoulder and the hypodermic skittered across the floor. Grabbing the girl around the neck with a hiss of anger, Angelica smashed her into the wall. Saffron slid to the floor and rolled into a ball, clutching her head.

"That was easy," Angelica snarled, prodding Saffron's ribs with the tip of her shoe. "You are going to be really sorry you did that."

Angelica rolled Saffron onto her belly and sat on her back, calling triumphantly to the man waiting outside the door, "You can come in now, Dr Bach, and bring me some rope!"

Dr Bach entered, looking relieved. He fetched several lengths of rope and handed them to Angelica, who grabbed a piece and began binding Saffron's wrists behind her back. Saffron revived a little and weakly tried to buck Angelica off her back, kicking her legs.

"Tie her ankles together, for god's sake!" Angelica ordered, and Dr Bach complied with a grimace, grabbing Saffron's legs and quickly wrapped the rope tightly around her ankles and shins to avoid getting kicked himself.

Angelica tied the knot and got up, poking Saffron in the ribs again with her toe. Saffron responded with a satisfying yelp and tried to roll herself over. Angelica stopped her with a foot in the small of her back and smiled at her handiwork. She wasn't finished yet, though.

She grabbed Saffron's ankles, and forced her to bend her knees. She took another rope and lashed the girl's hands and feet together, hogtying her so that her back arched painfully. Saffron wriggled helplessly as Angelica lightly traced a line across her bare foot.

"Oh, good. She's ticklish. I am going to have some fun with this one!" She gloated.

"Fuck you!" Spat Saffron. Angelica laughed gleefully and pushed her onto her side. Bending down, she shoved a foam ball into her mouth, and wound a bandage around her face to hold it in place, also covering her eyes.

"We have to go and take care of your little friend Jenny now." Angelica breathed in her ear. "Don't worry though, you won't be neglected for long. I'll send Dr Hellen in to deal with you!"

Saffron heard the squeak of the wheels as they pushed Jenny out on her bed, and the click as the door closed. Immediately she began to strain against the ropes that held her in the painful hogtie. Movement was inpossible though, and she gulped as she realised that she was still going to be here when the Doctor arrived. Her heart began to beat double time as her mind contemplated what her captors might have in store for her. She couldn't imagine why they had kidnapped her and Jenny, as neither of their families were rich, so there must be some other reason. She felt herself panicking again at this thought, and breathed deeply through her nose. If they were going to kill her, they probably would have done it when she woke up, she reasoned. She recalled Angelica's comment about her ticklishness. What did that imply? It sounded like they were going to torture her. Maybe they wanted some information. Maybe they had kidnapped her by mistake, thinking she was someone else!

As Saffron's mind worked overtime, she began to notice a warm sensation growing inside her. She had never been tied up before, and the bite of the ropes around her wrists was strangely exciting. Each time she tugged helplessly against the knots, she felt her muscles clench involuntarily in her pussy. How could she be horny at a time like this, she wondered? Trying to ignore the feelings, she concentrated on her escape plans. She had to overpower this doctor somehow, find Jenny, then get out of here. She prayed she would have a chance.

She heard the creak of the door and held her breath as footsteps approached. Blindly she waited, her heart pounding, as whoever it was stood over her in silence for a minute. The person sighed, and suddenly hands slipped between her legs and under her back. She stiffened in terror as she was lifted into the air, and placed belly-down on a soft surface. She realised she must be back on the hospital bed as she felt herself being wheeled out of the room. The ride ended shortly and she whined through the gag in the hope that the person might take pity on her, but there was no response. Instead there was a rattle, and a clink. She listened intently, trying to work out what the clinking noise could be.

Saffron's blood froze as the hands grasped her again and she was lifted from the bed to the cold floor. The rope holding her in the hogtie was loosened and she whined in pain. Her arms and legs ached from being stretched for so long, and they felt weak and numb. As she lay face down, something was strapped around her left ankle and she felt the rope holding her legs together being untied. Before she could react her right ankle was held in an iron grip and her legs were pulled apart. She tried to kick but it was too late and her other ankle was quickly strapped in place. She tried to pull her legs together and heard the clinking sound again. She must be chained to the floor! She fought back her panic as she realised that she might have just missed her only chance to escape, and waited passively for her hands to be untied. Maybe she could still get away.

Her heart sank as she felt straps being buckled around both her wrists before the ropes had been removed. There was a click and a whirring sound, and the hands grabbed her around the waist and hauled her to her feet. She teetered unsteadily and nearly toppled over when she tried to shift her feet and found she couldn't. Her captor supported her and she felt her arms being pulled upwards behind her. The rope binding her arms was untied and the incredibly strong hands gripped her wrists and guided them out and up above her head. She tried to twist her arms free but it was impossible. Then the hands let go but somehow her arms were still being pulled out higher and higher, stretching her up onto tiptoes. With another click the pulling stopped, and she was left in an upright spread-eagled position.

Saffron tried not to sob, but she was distraught that she had been unable to get away. Now she was helpless in the hands of this person. She flinched as a hand brushed against her cheek, and the bandage was unwound from her eyes and mouth. She spat out the foam gag and, blinking in the sudden light, recognised the man standing in front of her in a doctor's coat as one of the guys from the club!

Saffron's mouth was dry, or she would have spat in his face.

"What are you, some kind of fucking pervert?" She croaked at him, trying to sound brave. He smiled back and raised an eyebrow, obviously amused by her question.

"Yes!" He laughed. "That's right, and you'll find out exactly what kind of pervert I am very soon." He reached out and caught her left nipple through her thin blouse, twisting and squeezing it.

Saffron almost passed out as her worst fear was confirmed; he was going to rape her. She turned her face away as he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. She felt it harden beneath his touch, and to her horror, a warm tingle began to grow between her legs. He read the message in her face and chuckled, releasing her nipple and walking behind her. Hopelessly she looked up and saw that chains stretched from the cuffs around her wrists up through holes on opposite sides of the ceiling. She guessed there must be some kind of winch up there. The short chains on the ankle cuffs were bolted to the tiled floor, and there was a drain between her feet. The whole room was white, and bare apart from a hose attached to a tap on the wall. She pulled her arms but the chains did not give; instead she felt a tug of arousal as her vaginal muscles contracted. A wave of hopelessness washed over her.

From behind her, his hands reached around and grasped her breasts. She sobbed in frustration as he kneaded her pert little tits and brushed his fingers over her nipples.

"Get your hands off me, you bastard!" She wept, but he did not respond. Instead, his hands explored her body, caressing her through her clothing as they slid over her flat belly and down towards her spread legs. Instinctively she tried to pull her legs closed, but the chains held them wide open to his touch, and he ran his fingers between them, pulling up her skirt and stroking her inner thighs.

"Let's get these clothes off you and see what we've got," He murmured into her ear. She shuddered as she felt metal against her skin. Looking down, she saw a large pair of scissors slide across her thigh, caressing her skin with the blade as he began to cut upwards through the skirt, towards her waist. Her flesh crawled as the cold steel brushed against her. He snipped through the waistband and the skirt fell to the floor. Saffron tried to twist away as the blades sliced through her cotton blouse, but she was held immobile. She was left standing in her white bra and panties.

She flinched as she felt his fingers slip inside her panties from behind. "I think you're enjoying this, Saffron," He said. "It's pretty wet down here." She tried to writhe away as he pulled the front of her panties up so that they dug into her crotch. He gently worked the material between her pussy lips, rubbing it against her clit and making her even wetter. He raised his other hand and snipped the straps of her bra, freeing her breasts. "If I were you, I'd keep still," He told her. "You wouldn't want these scissors to slip and take off a nipple."

"You fucking bastard!" Saffron sobbed helplessly. "Let me go!"

Dr Hellen put down the scissors and withdrew his hand. He walked in front of her and said, "That is no way for a young lady to talk." He frowned. "Now, you might as well relax and enjoy this, because there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop me, is there?"

Saffron closed her eyes in defeat as he hooked his thumbs around the sides of her panties and tugged them down as far as they would go, leaving them stretched between her open thighs, just above her knees. He stood back and admired the effect, drinking in her pert breasts and slender hips. She swayed slightly, feeling woozy with fear and unwelcome excitement, the chains supporting her as her legs turned to jelly.

"So, you're a real redhead," He commented, looking at her curly orange pubic hair. "It's a shame it'll have to go, but Angelica prefers no fur." Saffron struggled vainly as he moved towards her and his hands reached out and stroked her breasts again. This time there was no material in the way, and he bent his head down and closed his lips over her hard little nipple. Saffron realised that his ear was within her reach and reacted instantly. Her teeth sank into his tender lobe and he howled in agony, jerking backwards.

"You silly little bitch!" He shouted, clutching his ear. "Now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!"

Saffron's moment of triumph was soon over as he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her head back, preventing her from biting him, and took her nipple into his mouth again. She screamed as she felt his teeth nibbling at her, and his fingers found her other nipple, pinching it hard. Soon there was a deep throb pulsing through her breasts. He stopped and reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like a pair of screw-on earrings, with dangling stones. He placed one over her swollen nipple and began tightening the screw, and she winced as it began to hurt. When he was finished, the earring was firmly attached to her teat, and he pulled his hand away, letting the stone drop. It was heavier than she had expected, and it sent a flame of pain through her body as it hung from her breast, the stones weight pulling it down. In seconds the other nipple was adorned in the same way, and the throbbing pain flared every time she moved and the dangling stones swung.

She moaned as he flicked her nipples with his nails. "You see," He told her, enjoying her pain. "You really should behave yourself. Somebody in such a helpless position as yourself should be more careful. Now, let's see if you're enjoying this game so far."

Saffron struggled to pull her legs together as his hand moved over her stomach and between her legs, but the cuffs kept them spread wide and open to his touch. His finger slid over her clit and pressed into her wet pussy, entering her easily. She trembled as his finger probed deeper and found her g-spot, gently massaging it, and his other hand flicked the dangling stones, sending conflicting messages to her brain. He pushed the rest of his fingers into her vagina and flexed them inside her, and his thumb found her clit. He pressed hard, rotating it in small circles.

"You are so wet down here." He gloated. "See, I told you that I could make you come. It's going to be easy." He continued his gentle manipulations, watching Saffron's face as she gritted her teeth against her building excitement.

"Just because I'm wet, it doesn't mean I'm going to come," Saffron hissed at him. He looked up and raised an eyebrow at her. She was breathing heavily, and she gasped as he pressed hard against her g-spot.

"You really are being stupid, Saffron." He said sternly. "Why do you want to challenge me? I can make you beg to come if I want. You can't stop me."

He reached up and stroked her arm just below the cuff, his other hand still moving between her legs. "How does it feel to be spread open like this?" He whispered, trailing his fingers down to her armpit. "To be completely defenseless, and to find that your body is betraying you?" He moved to her side and straddled her leg, so that he could reach her back also. His hand stroked her armpit, tickling her, making her body shake and the stones jiggle from her nipples.

Saffron moaned involuntarily as he slid his hand down her back, between the cleft of her pert buttocks, and began stroking her anus with his thumb. It slid further between her legs and dipped into the wetness of her pussy, then returned and she gasped as it pushed its way into her rectum, flexing inside her. More fingers stroked her labia and began teasing the entrance to her pussy, making her twitch as they tried to squeeze inside her.

The thumb inside her ass pressed deeper, and his fingers dipped in and out of her vagina. She felt her excitement mount as his fingers fluttered between her legs, bringing her closer to orgasm. His thumb circled her clitoris slowly, gradually building the pressure inside her. Saffron felt the relentless fingers testing her body's responses, learning what made her moan helplessly. She panicked as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm, but her body was no longer under her control.

"I want to taste you," He breathed as he knelt before her and pressed his tongue against her clit, sliding it back and forth across the swollen bud in rhythm with the fingers in her pussy. His thumb flexed deep in her rectum as he teased her towards the edge. She sagged helplessly as his lips closed over her clit and he slowly sucked her into his mouth. She shuddered as his teeth grazed her gently.

"You're going to come, aren't you?" He asked, his words punctuated with thrusts of his fingers. She shook her head, but she knew that he had her now. She sobbed as the vibrations began to swamp her senses, sending surges of pleasure through her body.

"Noooooo..." She gasped as she exploded into cumming, and he sucked harder on her clit, extending the crest of the orgasm and taking her breath away. She twisted in the chains as the feeling intensified until it was almost unbearable, but she could not escape his hot tongue and fingers.

Her legs gave way and she slumped. It seemed to last forever as he lapped at her sensitive little button, making it feel as if it was on fire, and each stroke of his tongue was like the lash of a whip. At last she felt herself coming back from the edge, and he began to slow down his attentions.

"You bastard," She sobbed quietly when it was over and his fingers left her throbbing clit. She bowed her head and tears rolled down her face. She jerked suddenly when a jet of freezing cold water hit her pussy.

"Shower time!" Shouted Dr Hellen, laughing as Saffron tried to escape the water. He kept it trained on her now sensitive clit, making her scream. Then he decided to soak her all over and held the hose over her head, wetting her hair. She spluttered as the water ran into her face. It was so cold her head felt numb.

"Oh god, please stop!" She begged. For some reason he seemed to take pity on her, and adjusted the temperature, making it warm. He made sure she was wet all over, then took a handful of shampoo and massaged it into her hair.

"Keep your eyes closed, or it'll sting," He told her as his fingers rubbed her scalp. It felt so good that she sighed, almost forgetting where she was. He finished the massage and rinsed her long orange hair free of soap, then applied conditioner. She was amazed at this gentle treatment. He rinsed her hair again, then soaped her body, massaging her shoulders and back. His fingers moved across her chest and kneaded her breasts, caressing her nipples. His hands slid over her tummy and lathered her pubic hair, making lots of suds. Then his hand slipped between her legs and began carefully washing her pussy, stroking her gently. Unbelievably, she found herself responding again, even though she had just come, and she moaned inadvertantly.

Dr Hellen laughed and sighed, "I am just too good, aren't I?"

Saffron came to her senses and pulled away as far as the chains would allow. "Don't kid yourself," She snarled. "If I wasn't tied up you wouldn't stand a chance."

Dr Hellen shrugged and reached down to the panties around her knees, and ripped them off her, making her wince. He continued lathering her body, gently stroking her between her thighs and in the cleft of her buttocks. She shivered as his fingers brushed her anus. He grinned.

"Was that the first time anyone touched you inside your ass?" He whispered, circling her tender anus with his soapy finger.

"None of your fucking business!" She snarled. It was, and she had been shocked at her own response to the new sensation.

"I'd better make sure it's clean in here," He murmured, sliding his finger into her rectum again.

She bucked away, but her circled her waist with his arm, holding her still as his finger glided in and out.

"Goddamn you!" She screamed helplessly as he pushed another finger into her, stretching her wider. She didn't want it to feel good, but it did, and she couldn't stop him.

"I'll have to find something nice and big to put in here later. I bet you've never been really filled before, hmmm?" She gasped as his fingers slowly explored inside the sensitive passage. "I can teach your body to come like this."

He held her still as his inexorable fingers slid in and out, sending waves of helpless excitement through her body. He finally removed them and continued to wash her legs and feet, then rinsed her off for the last time.

She stood shivering as the water dripped off her. The doctor wrapped a huge towel around her and rubbed her dry. Then he towel-dried her hair and combed it through.

"Well, time to take you to your room," He said. "Let's get you ready."

He produced a leather contraption that had several straps hanging from it, the main part being a broad leather belt that he strapped around her waist, buckling it at the front. Unchaining one arm, he secured the wrist in a cuff attached to the back of the belt. Leather straps hung down from the belt, and he buckled them around her thighs, rather like a suspender belt. Leaving her other arm in up in the chain for now, he undid the cuff around her ankle and forced her to bend her knee until her heel touched her buttock, and strapped her ankle to her thigh.

He laughed as she swung from the chain, balancing on one leg to stop her shoulder from being wrenched out of its socket.

"Shall I do the other leg first?" He taunted, and she breathed a sigh of relief as he unchained her wrist instead. She flopped to the floor and immediately tried to break his grip on her arm, but he held her tightly and forced her arm behind her. She sobbed hopelessly as he buckled the strap around her wrist.

He unchained her ankle, and quickly bent her leg, strapping her ankle to her thigh. She lay helplessly on her stomach, unable to get up.

"We call this the training harness," He told her. "We find it very useful for keeping bad girls under control."

Saffron struggled to free herself but the harness had been designed to permit little movement in her arms and legs. She gave in to her tears as he picked her up and dumped her back on the hospital bed and began wheeling her along the corridor.

They arrived in a room, dark and windowless. As she was lifted from the hospital bed, Saffron saw a large collection of chains, straps and rings hanging from the ceiling. Dr Hellen dumped her on her back on a black leather mattress on the floor, and reached up for a dangling strap on the end of a chain. He adjusted the length and fastened it around her neck, so that she could not roll herself off the bed.

"What do you think of your new home?" He asked her as she gulped tearfully, her neck constricted painfully by the collar, her arms and legs bent painfully beneath her. He reached up and jangled a chain as he spoke. "There are so many possibilities, so many positions to keep you in, just in this room. And then there's the main playroom."

Saffron tried to hide her alarm at his words as he opened a door to a huge walk-in closet. She could see that there were black shiny clothes and other strappy things hanging in there. He turned and saw her looking.

"This is your new wardrobe, Saffron," He said."You'll get to try out all of these outfits very soon. But for tonight I thought there might be something to help you sleep in here, seeing as it's your first away from home." He rifled through drawers briefly then exclaimed, "A-hah! Just what I was looking for. This is one that Angelica designed herself, so I'm sure she'll approve. Oh, and this will keep you from getting cold."

He exited the closet holding what looked like a short black sleeping bag, and a leather contraption, and Saffron eyed him with apprehension as he returned to her side. He knelt beside her and she saw that it was a full head-mask, with a ball attached to its inside.

"Open your mouth, dear," He ordered, but she turned her face away and kept it clamped shut. He grabbed the collar around her neck and slid his fingers under it, pulling it even tighter across her throat.

"Do what I say, or I'll let you suffocate," He said forcefully. Saffron struggled as her body began screaming for oxygen, and instinctively she opened her mouth and gasped. As she did, he pushed the ball into her mouth. A strap around the back of her head stopped her from spitting it out before the mask was fitted.

There was nothing she could do to stop rest of the mask going on easily, and soon her head was encased in leather, and Dr Hellen was strapping it in place. It covered her ears and eyes, but there was a hole for her nose, and she tried to concentrate on that as claustrophobia threatened to overwhelm her. She felt slippery material draped over her body, and he tucked it around her then rolled her back onto her belly. She heard the muffled sound of a zipper through the leather mask, and felt the body bag tighten around her, further constricting her movements. He shortened the chain from her collar so that it tugged upwards and bit into her throat. She whined in terror as he pressed his lips against her ear and spoke.

"I have to check on your friend Jenny now," He said. "Try and sleep. I know that Angelica will have something strenuous planned for you tomorrow."

Saffron waited for ages, just to make sure he had really gone. Finally, she was sure that she was alone, and began strugging violently. It took nearly an hour before she convinced herself that there was no way out of the harness. Exhausted, yet in a panic, she wracked her brain, trying to come up with an escape plan. She had to get out of here. She had some idea of what they had planned for her, and she didn't want to stick around for it.

Her body ached and the straps around her wrists and ankles cut into her skin. Her jaw was forced uncomfortably wide and her neck was sore from the pull of the collar. Even so, she finally drifted into a disturbed sleep, full of nightmares in which she was running away from demons but stuck to the spot as they reached out for her....