Trapped!

Belle's eyes wildly glanced around the room. There was no other way out. Then she spotted it, an old surgical table with a cart full of surgical instruments at one end of it. The table itself had been draped with a sheet that would be long enough to conceal her presence underneath. She moved quickly and silently, and slid under the table with moments to spare as the door swung open, and the room became flooded with light. She strained to control her excited breathing as she held her hand over her mouth and **** herself to breath through her nose.

"I know you're in hear" came an older, feminine voice. "There may be no cameras down here, but there are thermal motion sensors everywhere. Do yourself a favor, and come out from your hiding place. I might even show you some mercy if you do. You have to the count of five."

Belle was mortified at her own blunder. How could she think the basement was unguarded, unprotected?

"One!" boomed the commanding voice of the woman.

Belle struggled with herself. Part of her wanted to keep hiding, while the other part whispered for her to give up, and accept whatever mercy was given. She knew she'd been had, and that this was probably the end of her criminal career,

"Two!" the voice boomed again.

Belle knew it was no good. "All right! I'm coming out!" she exclaimed. She slowly slid out from under the table, and slowly stood up, raising her hands. She looked at the older woman who had to be in her fifties. Still she was quite a beauty for her age. The woman held a tazer, which she had trained on Belle. "Please, I'm unarmed. The only thing I have on me is a flashlight." She slowly held it up for the woman to see.

"Strip!" the woman barked. "I want to see every stitch of your clothing on the floor, folded neatly at my feet."

Folded neatly? Was this woman a neat freak? "Okay, I-I'll take them off" Belle responded with a little hesitation. This was one robbery that certainly didn't go as planned. In fact, it was a nightmare, and not the quick and easy heist she had dreamed of. She took off her gloves and her knee high soft soled leather boots, and laid them at the feet of the woman. She decided to remove her mask next, and her naturally blond, flowing locks of hair fell over her shoulders. She placed the mask with her gloves and boots, and had started to slowly unzip the front of her catsuit.

The woman suddenly held up her hand for her to stop. "You have such a beautiful face, my dear. How does one so beautiful end up living a life of crime? You could have been a supermodel, just like my daughter." She holstered her tazer, and cupped Belle's face in her hands. Then she kissed a stunned Belle fully on the lips. "Yes, I'll show you mercy after I've trained you. I won't sell your ass on the open market. I'll keep you for my own pet, and maybe I'll even let you become a surrogate mother for my daughter. We'll have to see how your training goes first."

"Training?" Belle gulped. She looked around the room again at all the fixtures and bondage equipment.

"Yes, training" the woman answered with no hesitation. "Consider it your rehabilitation therapy. Unless you really want to be sold as is, or turned over to the authorities. Now be a good little trainee, and finish undressing."

Belle let out a deep, heavy sigh as she unzipped her catsuit, and stepped out of it. She folded it neatly, and laid it at the woman's feet. She then unclipped the front of her black lace bra, and shrugged it off over her shoulders, again folding it neatly and laying it at the woman's feet. Her white knee socks came next, followed by her black lace panties. She now stood naked before the woman, who looked at her with lust in her eyes. It was a look of insatiable hunger, and it made Belle want to cover herself.

"Turn around slowly for me" the woman softly commanded her.

Belle turned slowly in a circle, exposing every part of her lovely body to the eyes of her captor.

"That's enough" said the woman as Belle completed a full circle. "You have a very lovely and desirable body. There's not one blemish, or one flaw. You could have been so much more than a common thief. But you have a nice firm, well rounded ass and baby making hips that would be the envy of any mother. Your breasts are also perfect for breastfeeding. I will keep you, and you will be delighted to have my grandchildren. I am your Mistress. You may call me Mistress Mildred. Now let me hear you say it."

This was all so surreal, but Belle knew she had no other choice. Maybe if she played along for a while, she could find a way to escape this insanity. "Mistress Mildred." She allowed those words to escape from her lips, sealing her fate.

"What is your name, thief?" Mildred inquired.

"Belle" she responded quickly.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl" Mildred smiled at her. "I see you shave down there. No more. I want to see a wild, unkempt bush between your legs from now on. Is that understood?"

"Yes" responded Belle.

"Yes, what?" Mildred glared at her.

Terror suddenly gripped Belle. She had to put up with this, at least for a while. "Yes Mistress Mildred."

Mildred smiled, pleased with Belle. "That's better. Now come with me, and I'll make sure you're secured for the night."