The Hotbox

After looking through her phone for a bit, The Trapstress looked back at the heroine, still struggling in the grasp of her captors. "We'll start her off with something easy and a little fun for her first. John, Johnson, go put her in the hotbox." The two thugs took hold of Knightwoman's arms, lifted her up off the floor and walked out of the room, Knightwoman uselessly kicking her legs as she continued to try and break free.

After being brought to another room, one of the thugs let go of the heroine. She attempted to get her other arm free from the other thug but just as she started beating her fist uselessly against the thug, the other took hold of both her arms and pinned them behind her back. She herd the fimilar sound of handcuffs and felt them being placed on her wrist. Taking the heroine by the shoulders, the thug dragged Knightwoman to the center of the room where a rectangualr device was embeded into the floor. She was made to stand over top of it with the device between her legs. As the thug held her in place, restraints rose up out of the floor and attatched themselves to her ankles. The thug let go and Knightwoman tested her bonds. Though she could move the upper portion of her body, she wasn't going anywhere.

The Thugs stepped away, looking at the heroine as she struggled, They where wearing sunglasses so she couldn't figure what they where thinking. As she squirmed in her bonds she spoke to them "Take a picture boys, it will last longer." One of them flipped a switch on the wall and a bunch of cameras around the room turned on. Flipping another switch, the device below Knightwoman began to move. The structure raised up out of the floor and incased the heroine's hips in a black box. Knightwoman had seized her struggling as all this was happening. Once the box was in place, she felt something press against he pelvus in three different places. What was this thing?

The thug flipped another switch and answered Knightwoman's question. She felt what seemed like three vibrators pressed against her most sensitive areas spring to life. "What the.....what are you.....doing to......me." Knightwoman was about to express annoyance but soon found herself distracted. She felt the machine pleasuring her in a way she had never experienced before. As if things weren't bad enough, a mechanical arm attactched to the box started moving around, causing her hips to girate, making the experience all the more pleasurable. Knightwoman was in so much unwanted sexual heaven that she didn't even notice the thugs exist the room, leaving her alone.

Knightwoman was biting her lip trying to surpress any sounds of pleasure. She knew people where watching and she wouldn't give the Trapstress the satisfaction of humilating her in this fashion. But it was slowly becoming a loosing battle. She had to get out of this thing before she gave into her urges!!!