CUBED

I sat up, gasping as I awoke, and put my hands to my head to try to ease the pain of the headache pounding inside my skull. I blinked in the harsh, artificial light and looked around the room. I wasn't where I expected to be. I licked my dry lips, trying to remember the events that had brought me here... but I couldn't. My memory drew a blank - the last thing I remembered was walking home from the office along a well-lit street. But, now, I was sitting on a hard metal floor which was very uncomfortable and rather cold. Instead of wearing my office clothes, I was wearing bizarre fetish gear - and, from what I could see, there were five other girls just waking up to the same scary situation.

The room was a perfect cube, and featureless apart from its six inhabitants and its six exits. Each of the four walls had one exit, which consisted of a set of steps leading up to a panel in the wall. There was a similar panel in the middle of the floor and a similar panel in the middle of the ceiling. I looked down at my body, and inspected my outfit - I was wearing skintight black latex gloves that reached just above my elbows, matching latex stockings which reached to mid-thigh, a matching latex body with high-cut hips and a fishnet bodystocking underneath. I also had a collar padlocked around my neck and a pair of uncomfortably-high strappy heels. While the other girls went through their "Where am I?" and "What am I doing here?" routines, I paced around the edge of the room (my stiletto heels clicking loudly on the polished floor) looking for more features.

"What about you?" a girl of African ancestry asked, standing in front of me to block my path, "Do you know anything about this?"

She was taller than me, with shoulder-length frizzy hair. She was wearing a black collar, a leopard-print g-string and a pair of strappy heels. The only thing keeping her nipples hidden from view was a pair of crosses made from black tape.

"I'm in the same boat as everyone else," I said, curtly, "except that I'm trying to look for clues."

With that, I stepped past her and continued my brief walk around the room, followed by the sound of mumbling from the other girls. I kept half an ear on their conversation as they introduced themselves to each other. The black girl was called Mel, and worked as a motivational speaker and didn't seem at all self-conscious about the briefness of her outfit. A blue-eyed blonde called Emma seemed to be very shy about her outfit: a skintight white PVC dress that went from just above her nipples to just below her buttocks, with matching thigh-high stiletto boots and thong, as well as a black collar. She was clearly the youngest of the group, and said she was a student of biology (while tugging on her dress in a vain attempt to make it cover more flesh). Less shy was the short-haired brunette housewife, Vicky, who was wearing a skintight purple PVC catsuit with matching heels and a collar. The other brunette, another Mel, worked as a mechanic and she was wearing more traditional lingerie in black and red - bra, thong, stockings, suspenders and heels, and a collar. The last girl of the group was a redhead called Geri, who was a fitness instructor, who wore all black: a tiny pleated PVC skirt, a thong, a tight corset, elbow-length PVC gloves, thigh-length boots and a collar. All of the girls' collars were padlocked on, like mine.

Their conversation continued, and I soon learned that none of them had any memories that might give us a clue as to where we were, or why we had been abducted. I climbed one of the sets of steps to examine the hatch - I thought it best to take my mind off my fellow abductees since I found looking at them in their incredibly sexy outfits rather arousing...

The hatch opened up to reveal two holes in the wall, big enough to put my hands inside. Ignoring what the others were doing, I did so - I stretched, reaching into the dark holes deeper and deeper, until my fingers brushed what felt like handles. I couldn't really tell, since my fingers were not very sensitive through the latex gloves. I grabbed the handles and pulled them - the whole room shuddered and heavy mechanical sounds came from behind the walls.

"What have you done?" Emma asked, her voice tinged with panic.

I released my grip on the handles as the hatch slid away to reveal... another empty room, identical to ours but without six gorgeous women in sexy fetish outfits.

"I've worked out how to open the doors," I smiled, and the other girls breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"Let's get out of here," Vicky smiled, pushing past me and into the next room - the rest of us followed.

"It doesn't really feel like we've made much progress," I said, softly, as we looked around the second cube room.

"I'm sure we'll find our way out of here eventually," the leopard-skin clad Mel smiled, putting an arm on my shoulder - I tried not to be aroused by her almost-naked breast pressing against my arm.

"Let's make that sooner rather than later," the other Mel said, marching across the room in her high heels - she climbed the steps of the hatch opposite the one we had come in through and opened it, putting her hands in the holes and feeling around.

I knew immediately that something was wrong. I opened my mouth to yell a warning but was too late - this time, instead of a doorway opening to reveal the next room, Mel was pulled by metal cuffs around her wrists into the next room and a thick glass panel slid into place behind her. We rushed up the steps to peer through this window to see what terrible fate was befalling her in the next room.

Mel was dangling by her cuffed wrists in the centre of the cube-shaped room. Metal robot tentacles snaked out of holes in the walls towards her, causing her to scream loudly. Her screams were promptly cut off by a tentacle pushing a bit-gag into her mouth and a second tentacle pulling it tight and fastening it. Two more tentacles grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs wide apart, limiting her movement as she struggled, while a smaller tentacle armed with a sharp claw cut away her bra and thong. The whole process was very quick and efficient, and the five of us looked on in wonder as a large and well-lubricated dildo was pushed inside her pussy, eliciting a groans through her gag. A large and rather painful-looking (but also well-lubricated) butt-plug with a horse tail was produced and pushed into her ass with little warning. A system of leather straps then ensured that neither device would fall out accidentally... Two more tentacles appeared, bearing black fetish ballet boots, and quickly laced them onto her feet, pointing her toes straight down. Meanwhile, another tentacle was busy attaching clover clamps to her nipples, which were connected by a long chain.

At last, she was lowered by the robot arms and her toes (and stiletto heels) found the floor. Her hands were moved behind her and quickly bound with another system of leather straps, with her forearms parallel with the floor. All of the tentacles then retracted back into the walls, leaving her standing there... dressed in her lingerie and a bit gag, her pussy and ass filled, very uncomfortable shoes on her feet and clamps on her nipples attached to a chain - the other end of the chain was attached to the wall just underneath the window from which we were staring. We could see the terror in her eyes, and she took a few tentative steps towards us, the chain slackening as she got used to the evil shoes. It was then that the floor began to move away from us, like a treadmill, and she had to walk faster and faster to stay in the same place and stop the chain pulling painfully on her nipples.

"We have to help her!" the other Mel cried.

"I don't know if we can," Vicky replied, pounding futilely on the thick window.

"There has to be a way. We can't leave her like that."

"We might have to."

"What sort of crazy nightmare is this?" Emma asked.

"I don't know, but we've clearly been captured by some sort of madman. I wonder if we're being watched?"

"What sort of pervert would do this?" I asked, trying to hide the fact that I found the whole situation very arousing.

We looked back through the window, to where she was being forced to maintain a fast pace, made especially difficult by the fact that she was walking on her pointed toes. She was drooling out of her gag, and I could only guess what affect the dildo and butt plug were having inside her scissoring legs...

"There are other entrances to that room..."

"Perhaps we could work our way around," I said, "and use another entrance? Maybe the five of us together could fight off those robot arms?"

"We have to try."

"In that case, shall we go right or left or up or down?"

A quick vote later, and we were standing before the hatch to the right, all looking at it rather nervously.

"What if this one is also a trap?" Emma asked.

"We have no way to know," I murmured, examining it as best I could.

"Maybe if two people put their arms inside..?" the remaining Mel suggested.

"But who?"

"Let's take it in turns. Like a round robin. You tried the first door, so you can go last. I'll go next. Who's with me?"

"I am," Geri said, bravely, "let's do this."

They sat on the top step together while Emma, Vicky and myself stood back and watched. Geri reached her right hand into the hatchway while Mel reached her left. A moment later they nodded to each other, counted to three, and pulled the handles. The whole room shuddered and heavy mechanical sounds came from behind the walls... the hatch slid away to reveal yet another cube-shaped room. But at least this one was devoid of metal tentacles.

"Okay," I smiled with relief, "we just need to turn left now, and we'll be in the room next to Mel's. Whose turn is it?"

"Mine and Emma's," Vicky said, stepping forward in her shiny PVC catsuit.

"I'm scared," Emma mumbled, sitting on the steps, tugging at her short white dress but again failing miserably to cover any more of her flesh, "I don't want to be... violated... by those horrible machines."

"Don't worry," I said, softly, reassuringly, "maybe it was just that one room?"

"Maybe," Emma said, not sounding convinced, "How about if we just wait here? Someone will notice we're missing and call the police."

"We could be anywhere in the world," the redhead said, "I don't think anyone will be rescuing us in a hurry."

"She might be right," Vicky smiled, "and it might be just that one room that is trapped."

"There's only one way to find out," Emma said, boldly standing up.

As one, Emma and Vicky reached their hands into the holes in the hatch and pulled the levers they found inside. As one, they were pulled by their wrists into the next room. Geri, Mel and I rushed to the window that had appeared to see what fate befell them. As before, the tentacles swiftly moved in - Emma and Vicky were held fast, spreadeagled, facing each other, just a few metres apart. Their screams and pleas for mercy were interrupted by their mouths being filled with large black ballgags. Smaller tentacles with claws quickly removed their outfits, leaving them naked except for the collars around their necks. Meanwhile, other small tentacles had attached four chains between the two girls - each chain went from one girl's clover-clamped nipple to the other girl's corresponding wrist, via a pulley in the ceiling. Other tentacles wrapped each leg in leather straps with a metal bar for extra support, so all of the girls' weight was being taken by these bars attached to their legs after the tentacles gripping their wrists released them.

The two girls were left hanging there, facing each other, gagged, naked, legs spread wide. Their arms were stretched to each side, and each knew that as they got tired, their arms would begin to drop down and thus pull the other girl's nipples up and tighten the grip of the clover clamps... so, each girl was responsible for the pain in the other girl's nipples. What a horrible predicament. Both girls turned towards the small window through which we were looking and yelled into their gags.

Fortunately for them, they hadn't yet noticed that a hole had opened in the floor directly underneath each of them. A thin pillar rose from each hole, and stopped a half metre below each helpless pussy... The top of the pillar opened to reveal a large, lubricated dildo, which rose up slowly... The girls had seen them now, and were struggling hard - unfortunately, all their struggling managed to do was pull hard on the other girl's nipples... but they were too panicked to care. The dildos penetrated them with ease and began to pump, slowly, rhythmically, in and out... I turned away from the window, since I was getting aroused again.

"That's just nasty," Geri said, her expression one of shock.

"We have to get out of here," Mel said, fingering her collar.

"I vote we go in the opposite direction," I said, hoping that there was some pattern to this cube labyrinth in which we were stuck.

"Go for it," Mel grinned, "We'll be right behind you. I think we should go through doors one at a time from now on."

I had the impression that she didn't trust me - that perhaps she thought that I was behind all of this. Perhaps she was picking up on my arousal by the whole situation. Or perhaps she was just naturally paranoid. On a certain level, I almost wanted the hatch I picked to lead to a trap - firstly, it would stop Mel doubting my integrity, and secondly it would provide much-needed relief for my aching libido. I looked forward to the stimulation of being pulled around by my nipples, bound helpless and gagged, with some machine that never tired continuously thrusting into me. I made a mental note that, when I escaped, I'd contact the owner and persuade him or her to let me have another go on this ride...

I climbed the steps and pushed my gloved hands through the holes, as I had done before. I gripped the levers and pulled... and, as before, the room shuddered and the mechanical noises sounded in the walls, and we pushed through to the next room. And I turned around to see Mel looking at me very suspiciously.

"By my reckoning," Geri said, trying to defuse the tension, "We've almost gone full-circle. If we take a right, we'll be back in the room we started in."

"A circle of cubes?" I asked.

"You should know," Mel muttered.

"Look," I said, turning to face her, "I'm in the dark about this just as much as you are."

"Are you really..?" Mel asked, stepping towards me.

Geri jumped between us, hands outstretched, keeping us apart. What a sight we must have been: the dark-skinned Mel wearing a leopard-print g-string and crosses of tape on her nipples facing off with me, wearing black latex with a fishnet bodystocking underneath, while the corsetted redhead Geri tried to keep up apart. It didn't quite come to fisticuffs, but it was close.

"Shall we try to get back into the room we started from?" Geri asked.

"Why?" Mel asked, turning away from me with a flick of her hair.

"I don't recall any traps in the first room. It should be safe. I think I'm beginning to see a pattern."

"In that case, I'll go for it," Mel smiled, stepping towards the hatch.

Geru stood behind her, while I stood in the middle of the room, watching from afar. The hatch slid open, as we all half-expected it to, to reveal the room in which we had woken up.

"Shall we go in?" Geri asked.

"It seems like a step backwards," I replied, "I'd rather try one of these other hatches and work out if there is a pattern here to what is safe and what isn't."

"What do you suggest?" Mel asked.

"How about the hatch opposite the one we just opened?" I asked.

"How do we know it's safe?"

"We don't. But I have a theory. Whose turn is it?"

"Mine," Geri said, stepping up to the hatch.

"I hope for your sake this is safe," Mel said to me, quietly, her glance containing as much of a warning as her words.

I crossed my latex-clad fingers as Geri put her hands in the holes... and cursed under my breath as she was sucked into the next room. As I rushed to the window to see her fate, Mel grabbed me from behind and threw me to the floor.

"You bitch!" she yelled, "You're picking us off one by one!"

I struggled in her grip as she pinned me to the cold floor, squirming under her as she sat astride me, feeling more and more aroused by each passing moment.

"I assure you," I said, between attempts to throw her off, "I'm innocent!"

"You're not doing a good job of convincing me," Mel said, leaning in close, ignoring my bucking to try to remove her.

Naturally, I was finding being pinned down by this beautiful, scantily-clad woman very arousing, but that still doesn't excuse how I acted next: I kissed her, softly, on the lips. She was as surprised as I was, and just sat there, looking at me for a second before she kissed me on the lips - but this kiss was longer, slower, deeper... and passionate. She released her grip on my wrists and stroked my hair away from my face as we kissed - I moved my hands to grip her bare waist with my latex-covered hands. As she pushed her tongue into my mouth, my hands moved under her to grip her breasts, also bare apart from the small crosses of tape covering her nipples. She moaned as I squeezed her breasts, and our kiss grew in passion and intensity. We rolled over, so I was kneeling astride her, my hands still on her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the tape... and she moved her hands to my latex-covered breasts and began to knead them. We moved together to kiss again, but I stopped before our lips touched as a thought hit me.

"Geri!"

We jumped to our feet and raced to the window to see how she was doing in the next room. The tentacles had obviously finished their work already... She was standing in the middle of the room, wearing a leather hood which covered her head (rendering her blind and speechless) and leather gloves which just covered her hands. A metal collar was around her neck with a short metal pole extending from either side - both poles ended with a wrist cuff, and her wrists were firmly held inside. Her other items of clothing consisted of a pair of clover clamps attached by a chain to the ceiling and a pair of fetish ballet boots... apart from those, she was naked. The bondage meant that she was forced to walk in her restrictive boots, and couldn't kneel to take the weight off her feet since it would pull very hard on the nipple clamps. Wherever she walked, the floor moved to keep her in the centre of the room - since she was blindfolded, she might not have realised this. The last part of her torment was a ring of devices arranged around her that occasionally lashed out with a whip or crop, making her jump and try to run away each time one connected. Especially since they seemed to be aiming for her more sensitive areas.

"Is it me, or are these punishments getting nastier?" Mel asked.

"I think it's you," I smiled.

"We need to pick another hatch," Mel said, ignoring our little romantic encounter a moment ago.

I decided to follow suit: "Is it my turn?"

She nodded, and I looked around. We had come in through one hatch, turned right to find the room we started in, and the room opposite the room we started in now contained a rather horribly-tormented Geri. That just left the hatch opposite the one we had entered through. With a deep breath, I approached it.

"Good luck," Mel smiled.

I wasn't sure, but I think she meant it. I took another deep breath, closed my eyes, and put my hands in the holes. I pulled the levers and... found another empty room. I turned back to Mel.

"Your turn," I grinned.

She entered the new room and walked all the way to the opposite hatch, figuring that going straight ahead had been lucky in the last two rooms. I thought it was as good a logic as any, and was shocked when she got sucked into the room!

I raced to the window and looked inside as my last remaining companion was molested by a machine. She was suspended in the middle of the room while the tentacles stripped her and pulled a ballgag into her mouth and a leather hood over her head. They then used leather straps to bind her wrists to her shoulders and her ankles to her thighs. Weighted clover clamps were applied to her nipples, and a strange contraption was attached to her abdomen - it looked like a large, thick chastity belt, but I could tell from the moving machinery that something inside was thrusting inside her wet pussy, over and over again. The tentacles lowered her to the floor and withdrew, letting her move around as best she could, constantly distracted by the pain in her nipples and the hard thrusting in her pussy... As before, the floor moved to keep her in the centre of the room. I made myself comfortable on the step and watched her progress, watched her squirming around the room, obviously aroused, until she suddenly collapsed in a quivering pile of orgasm.

I hadn't even noticed that I'd been rubbing myself through my clothes while I watched. Now that there weren't any other girls to witness my arousal, I was very open about it. I ventured back through the other rooms to look through the windows at the other girls in their bondage predicaments - nothing had changed since I left, except that they were generally looking very tired and very aroused. The other Mel walking on her endless treadmill, Emma and Vicky trying not to pull on each others' nipples while being distracted by large pumping dildos and Geri suffering from random whippings from all directions. I considered stripping off my rubber outfit so that I could bring myself to a wonderful shuddering climax... and thought that it would be better to do it at that moment than be captured by a machine and denied the opportunity. But, then, while I was wandering through the rooms, I spotted a pattern. Maybe.

We'd started in room 1. Assuming our first exit was north, then we moved north to room 2. The next north was a trap, so we moved east to room 3. North was a trap again, so we moved south to room 4. West was back to room 1, east was a trap, south was room 5. South was another trap... and that's as far as we'd got. But, given that the rooms were all perfect cubes, perhaps their arrangement was a perfect cube. Three safe rooms by three safe rooms... it was then that I noticed the hatch in the floor. What if we had started off in the middle of a three by three by three cube? Since it was impossible to climb up to an exit, perhaps the way out was down? I walked over to the hatch, the echoes of my stiletto heel clicks sounding very lonely in the empty, virtually featureless room. There were two holes in the hatch as before.

I laid down on my tummy, reaching down into the twin holes with my latex-clad arms, and then I had second thoughts. If this was a trap, perhaps I really should treat myself to a few orgasms first..? But maybe if I managed to get free, it would free my companions from their horrible torments... I gripped the handles in the holes and closed my eyes. This was it. I could still back out if I wanted... but I didn't. I took another deep breath and pulled...