Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Anyone for Tennis, Dennis? Ch. 16

... inside he held it open for Remy to follow. Just as she stepped through she turned back towards me.

"Non. Ma pet. Zis is pour moi. Vous... chercher la chat. " she said quietly. Then turned back towards Armstrong. He poked his head out from between the folds just as I turned away, hoping that he had not got a good look at my face.

Now what?

"You will like this first item here." I could hear Armstrong say. His voice seemed full of the pride of a salesman. "It's called a queening chair. You can strap your little slut to this lower part here. You sit up here, on the comfortable cushioned part. Spread your legs and your little slut is helpless to do anything but lick you to heaven for as long as you fancy. Just your sort of thing Am I right? Yeah?"

Gods! I couldn't stand it.

I wondered away so I could not hear Remy's reply, but even more I didn't have to stomach any more of Armstrong.

Well 'chercher la chat?' - Hmmm 'Look for the pussy?' I tottered back along the way that Armstrong had arrived.

In the far corner of the warehouse was a closed door.

I turned my back to it, to use my hands behind me to push on the door handle.

It opened onto an office. Not a tidy office, but certainly an office.

There were a couple of desks. One with a computer on it. There was a glass-fronted cabinet with some technical looking kit and a lot of blinking lights. There were filing cabinets, a tall safe, and a metal cupboard.

Not much of interest to me.

Though, ...

... if I had a box of matches on me, I would have set fire to the lot.

I was about to turn back when I heard a noise that sounded like a human whimper.

I approached the desk in the middle of the room.

Behind it was... a metal sculpture thing, which looked vaguely dog shaped. Inside was a really skinny girl.

A naked girl.

A girl naked, except for a metal collar round her neck and some sort of contraption in her mouth, which reminded me of going to the dentist, in that it forced her mouth open. She was drooling.

Lots of patches of her skin were red, some parts were purple, some were yellow as from fading bruises.

"Are you... are you Alice?" I whispered.

She tried to nod. At least it looked that way, given the limited range of movement she had inside the metal cage.

"Are you here because... " How was I to say this? "Are you here because you want to be? Are you... Do you... Do you want to be let out?"

There was fear in her eyes. She froze. But then there was a tiniest of nods.

Ok. That was my fault.

Dumbo! How about one question at a time.

"Was that a nod of yes you are here because you want to be?"

A slight shaking of the head.

"Do you want to be let out?"

A slight nod. Here head bashed the metal, making a noise. I flinched, hoping that it was not loud enough to attract attention.

I approached closer to see how I could open the cage. There were two bolt-latches holding one side of the cage to the other. Both had huge padlocks on ...