Camden Kalan knew every step of what was about to happen. He knew the woman, who had given her name as Lacey Forest, had wormed her way deep into the basement floors of Longshadows Academy, she was even taking a meeting with Tia McBride herself. The Forest woman had willingly gotten in over her head, and what she thought was going to be a final interview with Ms. McBride was going to be just that, in ways the innocent former schoolteacher-turned-undercover reporter could never have guessed.

Camden was dressed to regulation; black pants and long-sleeve black cotton shirt, all the better to go unnoticed as he closed in on the unsuspecting woman from behind. He was working with a popular Duo partner, Wes, who was matched in the same outfit.

She wouldn’t stand a chance.

His time with the organization hadn’t been a long stretch, just over two years. This wasn’t his first assignment, not even the first one to include Longshadows founder Tia McBride. She had revealed herself to be a woman of amazing power and personal strength, and she had set the tone for his own performance as one of her team. She expected excellence, discipline, integrity.

So did Lacey Forest, and she was about to get it.

The front door was unlocked, and Camden opened the door casually, unhurriedly. There wasn’t any need to rush. The girl was trapped.

Lacey was sitting with her back to the doors, facing Tia McBride sitting behind her desk with her back to the wall. Tia was sitting calmly, her eyes fixed on their victim even as Camden approached Lacey from behind. Lacey looked back at him and then at herself, her pretty brown eyes suddenly round with surprise and even more so with fear. Her dark brown hair brushed against her shoulders, her expression wordless and tense.

“This is where we say goodbye, Miss … Forest,” Ms. McBride said, sitting calmly behind her desk as Camden dug his fingers around Lacey’s left forearm, pulling her to her feet.

“Hey, stop it,” she cried, her voice quivering and confused. Her conservative business suit, gray and tight-fitting, skirt pinning her thighs together. “What are you doing?”

Tia asked her, “Isn’t that what you’re here to find out?” as Camden pulled Lacey to her feet and dragged her away from the chair and across the office, where Wes stood waiting.

“Nnnnoooo,” Lacey screamed, “let … me … go!”

But that was not the way to freedom, and they all knew that. Begging like that was a straight line to the dungeon, a fate the young woman would have to endure. Camden stood behind her, one hand on each upper arm, just above the elbows. She pulled hard against the two men, twisting her body, feet skidding against the concrete floor of the hallway as they dragged her to the dungeon. She strained to free her arms, her increasing panic releasing itself in a long, loud scream.

“Heeeeelp! Somebody help me! Heeeeeelp!”

But she didn’t keep up the effort. She must have researched Longshadows enough to know the basement was deep underground, entirely soundproofed, and staffed only with loyal members. If anybody did hear her, there would be nothing they could do to help even if they wanted to.

So she turned her fear against Camden, pumping that strength into her small, curvy frame, a gymnast’s short, muscular build. Her skirt rose up to reveal her white panties, garter belt, and that smooth stretch of upper thigh just above the stockings. But there was no time for her to worry about modesty.

There were plenty of other things to worry about.

“Look,” she said urgently, “I don’t know anything, I swear I don’t. I was just asking a few questions, for a little story in the paper, that’s all.” Both men said nothing. “I … if I did know anything, I wouldn’t tell anybody, I swear I wouldn’t!” But they just kept dragging her down that seemingly endless hallway, relentless and merciless, every step bringing her closer to untold torment. “Look, I’ll become one of you! Tell her, tell McBride I’ll work for you … as a spy, or I’ll recruit girls or something, I dunno … anything you want!”

Camden was not moved to pity, though he couldn’t help feel a tinge of empathy at the genuine quiver of fear in her voice, that rush of desperation in the speed of her words as her brain scrambled to devise a last-minute resolution to a story that could have only one end.

“I’ll work with you, I’ll do whatever you want! We can work together to take Tia McBride out of the picture! I could put you in charge if you want! Think about it, all that money, all that power!” But her faux optimism couldn’t contain the terror at the core of her plea, an attempt at a lighter tone collapsing in a sputter of sobs. “I know things, I do … I do … ”

But it didn’t matter, and as Lacey hung her head and they turned the corner of the hallway, her pleas came to an end. There was no longer any point, and there was no more time.

Once in the dungeon, she got her first look at what awaited her. She stopped kicking, but only long enough to take in the vast collection of machines and chairs, chains hanging from the ceiling in no fewer than half-a-dozen places.

“Oh no,” Lacey whispered, following it with another loud, “no!” and wrenching toward the door, now closed and locked behind them. Camden pulled her grey skirt down to reveal her perfectly toned legs, yanking her stockings, garters and panties and all, down with it.

This inspired new thrashing from the pretty brunette, Camden pulling her jacket off, then the white peasant blouse and white bra along with it. Lacey cried out, a wordless plea that fell on deaf ears.

Camden dropped his pants and stepped out of his shoes, only a pair of black boxers withholding his huge cock, already filling with blood, thickening, lengthening, readying.

Then he dropped those too, his hungry cock lunging out as it grew and rose. Lacey couldn’t help but let out a frightened little shriek.

Camden held the wriggling girl tight, savoring the feeling of his cock against her, pushing against her back, then with a wriggle pointing dangerously downward toward a vulnerable point she could well be too small to sustain.

“All right, you fucker,” she hissed, “I’ll kill you, right here and now!”

But it was an idle threat and they both knew it. Lacey threw a hard kick into Camden’s gut, hard with iron muscle, a dull thud the only report. A second strike was better, and she followed it with a quick punch to Camden’s face on her other side. He rolled with the punch and advanced, arms reaching around and grabbed her kicking legs, now pinned to his naked sides. She kicked and writhed as they dragged her, hips lurching upward, his cock stretching hungrily down toward that tasty, glistening prize.

Camden brought her to the center of the dungeon and shoved her to her knees, as she grunted in frustration. He grabbed one of the chains, leading upward to a pulley affixed to the ceiling in one corner region of the dungeon. He dragged his hand over the chain to the black leather shackle at its end. He pulled Lacey’s arm closer and wrapped the shackle around her wrist.

“No,” she said as the buckle pulled tight around her wrist, the ample padding providing security without incurring too much damage. “I said no, goddamnit!”

But it didn’t stop Camden pulling in the second chain, shackle securing around her other wrist. Lacey tried to pull away as he shackled her ankles next.

He stood by the control box, the chains rising up around her, leading up to a series of pulleys sending the chains straight down to a gear box fixed to the ground. The chains clanged and clanked, stepping away as the chains pulled tight.

Clack clack clack clack clack clack …

“No!” Lacey said again, more instinct than anything else, uselessly pulling at her chains as her limbs went tight and straight, like a starfish, and her slender belly and round breasts rose up off the dank dungeon floor.

Clack clack clack clack clack clack …

He watched as her body rose up off the floor, first one foot, then two, stopping at just above three. Camden stood over six feet tall, so that lined her up perfectly with the middle of her body, as both men circled around her, like sharks to their prey. Flinching and nearly immobile, Lacey was secure, breathing strained, eyes shooting from one to the other. She didn’t scream and she didn’t plead and she didn’t threaten. The time for those things was over.

Camden retrieved the ‘cat of nine tails’ whip from a long table along one wall. Lacey pulled, a hovering human canopy. He chuckled, pulling the whip back and letting it crack against her naked side. She shrieked but quickly stifled her cry. Unlike the bullwhip, the cat was meant for damage only after repeated use. The first few strikes would not hurt her.

Crack! Crack!

Lacey’s reddening skin rippled and quivered, her grunts getting louder with every strike until Camden could sense her growing loss of control.

Crack!

The whip stopped falling, and he turned without a word to toss it back at the table along the wall of the dungeon.

Wes stood over her, knowing his time would come soon. Camden hovered in front of Lacey, and she looked up at him with big, round eyes. Their connection was unspoken but unquestioned, both knew precisely what the other was thinking and feeling, the circumstances which had brought them together, and were about to tear her apart.

She hungrily reached out with her face toward his outstretched cock, ravenous for it. And he would not make her suffer any longer. This woman had some skills, though, for him, it was just a regular part of the routine.

Doesn't matter, Camden told himself, it’s not about me, we’re not here for me. We’re here for her. And she’s going to get what she came for, what she paid for, the kink that she lives for.

Camden stepped forward, easing his huge cock into her mouth, her tongue desperate to cover every bit of its surface, her saliva already drooling down her mouth. He looked down at her and her up at him even as she worked his cock, able to take in only so much. He was silent and strong and demanding, just like she wanted him to be, like she needed him to be. He knew they were giving her a rarified experience, a fantasy come to life, and that was a responsibility he not only took seriously, but with relish.

Wes walked around the side of that suspended woman, splayed and dangling, entirely prone to him. Lacey’s glistening body was sheeted in her own sweat, and it collected on her flushed, round cheeks. Her body ready for what was to come. Wes took his place behind her, between her splayed legs. Grabbing a condom and lube from his pants pocket, which was laying on the ground nearby. He quickly prepared himself and spread those cheeks as far as they would go, Lacey’s moan of anticipation telling him she was more than ready. He pushed his enormous cock into her ass, his huge head disappearing into her. He paused there, knowing that too much too soon would be intense and terrifically painful.

Lacey only wanted faux danger, tolerable pain, and she was paying a lot of money for it.

Wes waited, giving his dick a little shake, pleased to see Lacey trembling in front of him. He pushed in further, feeling her body tense up around him, her muscles clenching and twisting as he began a slow pump, knowing that every gesture was exaggerated, every movement at its maximum. She cried out, the dungeon filling with the rattle of chains that echoed in her soul. Wes had seen the paperwork and knew she loved it from behind, which gave him the leeway to crank up his rhythm and his depth, even with his incredible length and width.

This woman could take it, and she craved it.

So Wes secured his grip on Lacey’s waist and started pulling her back toward him, while he ground his dick forward and into her. He synced their pattern perfectly, bringing her in and pushing forward to make Lacey’s body shake, her throat filling with long, uninterrupted cries.

He pulled her body back over his cock, driving it into that exceptional space, both tight yet relaxed, eagerly wrapped around him, squeezing and milking him with the only bit of physical command she could summon. He knew she wanted even more, and he was ready to accommodate.

Crack!

He slapped her already red cheek, her body stiffening, his hips throwing out a circular pattern to interrupt his regular pump, yet another hard slap inspiring Lacey’s passionate screams.

Crack!

Lacey grunted out her responses to Wes’s thrusts, a series of monotone yelps interrupted by pauses to breathe and brace herself for more. Taking in Camden’s cock in her mouth, she was ravenous for both men. Her body began rocking back and forth. She tried to move, her body demonstrating the most difficult twists and tugs, but she was lost, helpless, and that was just what she wanted.

Harder, faster, chains rattled while she writhed in front of him, muscles of her sweaty back pulling and stretching, ass vibrating with her overwhelming orgasm, a sputtered groan spilling out of her throat. “ohhhhhh… fuckkk… yessss!! Give it to me!” She rasped.

Her body was merely reacting to the mutual sensations of dual action, full-body suspension, the realization of a dream come true.

Wes’s orgasm was an obedient slave, quick to serve or steady to hold ground and wait. He readied his forces for a quick and heaving assault, bucking his hips a bit to inspire that first leap, out of the sack and down the vein, charging hard and hot and thick. It shot out of his cock and onto Lacey’s back, a long creamy spike stretching across her spine, dots and flecks falling to the side, sprayed far and long, another hot package following the first.

Lacey’s body shook with her own orgasm. Two hulking men satisfying her and her own suspended bondage was just what this particular girl needed to send her over the edge. Her head fell forward in exhaustion, a long string of short moans leaking out of her throat, utterly spent.

Camden returned to the control box fixed to the side of the wall.

Clack clack clack clack clack clack …

The chains slowly lowered her to the floor of the dungeon, and as per his instructions, both men walked out of the dungeon without ever having said a word, picking up their clothes and leaving her entirely alone. The staff would bring her towels and a robe and see her to the spa and then the showers to complete her experience, and that was all Camden needed to think about it.

Another great performance, another satisfied customer.