You're bound and gagged.

You wake up slowly, swimming up through black water to consciousness, your mind fogged. You're slowly aware that you are in an uncomfortable position, on your knees with your hands behind your thighs, your ass in the air and your face pressed against a musty smelling mattress. When you try to move you cannot. Your hands are bound, held in some rigid metal cuffs and apparently so are your ankles. When you open your mouth to scream, you discover that you're gagged.

Raw, visceral terror takes hold of you. It was scary enough when you thought that Chad or one of the other frat boys had snuck in here to scare you, but that they would take it this far was frightening. Frightening in part because of how you feel your body starting to respond. The thought of you bound and helpless in some dank dungeon, clad only in stockings and lingerie, waiting for an uncertain fate has your pussy tingling. You curse yourself for your fantasies, struggling to remain calm.

This was just part of some fratboy joke, you tell yourself. Trying to get you scared so that you'll forfeit the prize. They weren't going to take this any further, just let you struggle for a while then let you go and laugh about it. That was all, you tell yourself. This wasn't serious.

You try to calm your pounding heart, waiting for the release you're sure will come. The room you're in is very dimly lit by some light source behind you. From the flickering light you guess it's a candle, but it does no more than illuminate a small pool around of you. You can't see the walls of the room, or any door.

You wonder if your friends are looking for you. Whether they've noticed you're missing, or whether they've been captured as you have and being treated in the same fashion. You try to fight the parallel urges of terror and excitement that are fighting for control of you body and mind, trying to stay calm.

It seems that hours pass before you hear something.

Footsteps approaching. Stopping nearby. Then the creak of iron hinges somewhere behind you, and the slam of a steel door.

And more footsteps, coming nearer, until they stop right behind you.