Bondage Dungeon

Belle approached the door and saw no locks. "Damn, these idiots skimped on the security down here," she whispered. She opened the door just enough to slip in. She gently closed the door behind her. The new room was pitch black, and she flipped her flashlight on.

She flashed the light around. "Holy fuck," she muttered. There was an old-fashioned medieval stocks, what looked like a gymnastics horse with straps on it. On the wall was hanging an assortment of whips, chains, blindfolds, and ropes. "Kinky fucks," muttered Belle. She saw a door on the opposite side of the room. She made her way towards it. It had round door know with a key hole in it. She tried it, but it was locked. She took a lock-pick kit out of her backpack and tried the lock. Try as she might, she could not get it picked. "What kind of lock is this?" she thought.

She heard the sounds of footsteps coming on the other side of the door. She got up and hurried to the door she came in from, but it was now locked. "Wha?" she said.

The lights came on. Belle shielded her eyes before getting a better look at the room.

She heard someone unlocking the door opposite of her. She swallowed hard and looked for a hiding place.