He took me past tools, devices, and objects that both chilled and excited me. I saw myself everywhere I looked. Bent over that spanking bench, tied to that cross, locked into that scary steel coat rack, hanging from those... hook things.. The sheer number of dildos and vibrators on hand added vivid penetration to all my mental images and I shuddered.
It was a short walk but it felt like I'd already been used and abused by the time we stopped in the back corner. I looked down at what would be my fate and... "What is that?" I blurted thoughtlessly.
Fortunately, Scott overlooked the slip, or didn't care. Was there a rule I'd broken? I honestly didn't know, I just felt on edge. He put a hand on my shoulder. "This," he said, gesturing at the assorted pile of junk before us. "is your aptitude test."
I drew my eyebrows down in confusion as I surveyed piles of wooden boards, steel pipes, curved rods, leather straps... and then it made sense. These things could be assembled into something. I looked at Scott and he laughed.
"That's right, Danielle. You're supposed to be very smart. I've heard about you. So this shouldn't be too hard for you." He dragged a cart away from the wall to offer it to me. It was full of hardware and fasteners I might need, very nearly organized. The bottom layer of the cart was full of rubber dicks of various size and texture, some of which I was sure could never fit inside a human. "I'm sure you'll discover this on your own, but I'll give you a little hint: there's not one way to do this. You won't need all the pieces."
I looked back over everything and could immediately tell he was right. There must have been a dozen different kinds of rigid restraints for only four limbs. Part of my brain started finding matching pieces and forming a rough idea of one solution when he interrupted me again.
"Your task, by the way, is twofold. First, build a bondage device that can't be escaped, whatever that means to you. It needs to also leave the captive's mouth and pussy available and accessible. The second part of the task... will be to endure what you've created." He said with a grin.
I had to devise my own dungeon **** scenario. It was a nightmare. "Endure for how long??" I asked incredulously, but he ignored me.
"Anything you incorporate into the design will be used on you. Anything left out will not be. Take as long as you need but keep in mind your result will be graded."
I didn't like this game. "Graded on what? What are you looking for?" I looked from him to Ruby, who just looked pleased as could be. I was starting to kind of hate Ruby.
"Begin." He waved a hand, dismissing further questions.
I turned back to the set of materials and set my jaw. I wasn't about to let something like this beat me. Reaching for the padded boards, I started assembling them into a sort of bed. I had control over all of it, I could make it really easy on myself.
Then I froze, remembering the horrific scenes from the hallway. Would I fail if I made it too easy? Was that the test? I looked over at some of the nastier components available to me and swallowed, my blood running cold. Oh, lord.
Ruby chuckled softly, watching me. She wanted me to fail. She was just waiting for it.
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