Sure, there might be treasure.

You slip quietly into the secret door and look around. It would appear to be a treasure room. The room is roughly ten feet square and featureless other than two large trunks and a smaller chest, all of which are locked. You race back to the other room and thankfully find a hidden set of keys on a neck chain. Back in the secret room you start with the small chest. Inside you find a large pile of gold coins about the size of a dime. “Wow.” Checking the trunk to the left next, you find what must be the things taken off of previous victims that he had little use for. Oddly as you look over the pile of items, mostly clothing and jewelry, each item you pick up seems to sort of tell you what it does. “Guess I’m like psychic now or something.” You say with a wry grin.

The first thing you decide to try on are a pair of silver bracelets that seem to be slightly protective, as if a **** field or something like that, plus they protect you from the cold. Slipping them on you do feel ever so slightly warmer. Next you find a silver necklace that increases your ability to resist harmful magic. A leather belt is next that has hidden pockets, seven that each hold up to ten pounds yet weighs nothing. Next you see a pair of fine anklets that allow you to walk on air for a few seconds. The next thing seems a bit odd, it is a mouth piece that allows you to breathe water as well as air. It looks like a little retainer like device that clips on your lower teeth, yet as you push it in you almost feel like it is actually shaped like a six inch or so cock that you can’t resist forcing into your throat and you are sure you just buckled it to your head. ‘A penis gag?’ You think to yourself. ‘I better go. I think someone is messing with my head.’ You think and head back toward the window.

Turning the corner you glance down at yourself and see you are wearing a tight leather belt with a strap that goes to a leather collar that is tight on your neck. ‘What?’ You think as you see your wrists and ankles have leather manacles with clasps that would lock together if someone were to clip them together. Stopping you just have to see what was really in the treasure room. You look in and see it is actually a **** room full of terrifying things and bondage devices. Just looking in makes you want to climb onto a stockade like device and lock yourself in.

A beautiful woman steps into view, she has smooth deeply tanned skin covered in black tattoos. She wears black skin tight wet looking leather pants low on her hips, a matching black sports bra like top, long gloves, and platform stiletto heeled black metal shoes. Her lips are jet black as is her heavy eyeshadow. The sides of her head are shaved but what is on top is long and black, flowing down her back like a mane. “Lock your hands together behind your back like a good little girl and we can get started.” She says coldly. A nearly naked bald 6’ tall man with an angry looking mustache steps up beside, but stopping slightly behind her. He wears only a pair of work boots, dark brown socks that peek out the tops of his boots, and a black leather sheath on his flaccid 9” cock.