A BDSM Dungeon

The first door was marked "Employee's Only." The two women, stinking of cheap beer, stalked down a short corridor that might have been part of a small office suite once. Lois Lane looked left and right, curious, and saw dressing rooms and some sort of staff lounge. At the end of the corridor was a heavy metal door. Valeria produced a key and unlocked the door, pushing it open.

The room was dark, and some instinct warned Lois against stepping into an unknown darkened room...but then there was the click of a switch and Valeria said...

"Madre de putas, the light is out! Come on, there's a light on the other side. Come on, no one will see us change in here."

Swallowing her distrust, Lois stepped into the darkness, following Valeria's voice. The light from the hallway didn't expose much of the furniture of the room...only that it was a tiled floor, the reporter stepping to avoid sticking her heel into a floor grate. Her steps slowed as she plunged deeper into the darkness, frowning, her mistrust growing...

"Valeria?" Lois asked. "Where are you?"

"Here, chica," the Latina called out in front of her. "Ah! I've found the switch."

There was an electric click...and several things happened at once.

Blinding bright lights burst into existence. Lois Lane, momentarily blinded, tripped over some low, padded piece of furniture and fell tits-first onto some kind of couch. The door they had entered slammed shut and locked.

Lois blinked...and then she felt something soft slip over her wrists, only to click shut. Something warm and soft yet tight had close around her wrists. As the spots in front of her eyes faded away, Lois saw that velvet-lined handcuffs had been closed around her wrists. She lay on a kind of padded bench, like a piece of exercise equipment. The reporter looked around the room...and her blood ran cold as she saw other pieces of furniture.

Every piece of equipment in the room was made of black metal, with padded benches, hollow tubes perforated with holes for adjustment. There were metal chains, leather straps, handcuffs...and on the far wall, where Valeria had flicked one of a complicated set of switches, there were rungs that held leather hoods, masks, a clothing rack with hangers of lingerie, corsets, and costumes. On the wall to the reporter's left were hung whips, paddles, strap-on harnesses and a selection of sex toys.

The reporter swallowed hard as she realized she was half-drunk, handcuffed, and trapped in a sex dungeon.

"Get comfortable, hermosa," Valeria said as she peeled off her top, revealing those generous breasts with their dark nipples. "I'll only be a moment. Just need to slip into something..."