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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} THE SHAFT {Hungry Guy} (MM/MF Mdom Fsub Msub Fpov sad tort viol nosex caution)
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{ASS} THE SHAFT {Hungry Guy} (MM/MF Mdom Fsub Msub Fpov Otis sad tort 
viol nosex caution) 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this 
story are real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is 
nothing more than words that came from my imagination.  Any 
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely 
coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com) as the 
author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing 
typos. 

My stories can be found on: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HungryGuy/www.
http://storiesonline.net/library/author.php?name=Hungry_Guy
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=171541

    ### 

    Mindy had gone into New York with some friends Saturday night.  
Mindy knew exactly where she wanted to go and had succeeded in 
getting her friends to agree to go to _Edge Play,_ that infamous kink 
club on 14th street.

    The four girls entered the nondescript glass doors of the large 
gray building that could have passed for a warehouse.  A short 
corridor led through a small mall-like area, lined with bookstores, 
kinky sex shops, and a medical supply store.  

    A door at the foyer at the end was guarded by a bouncer who 
checked their ID's and waved them past.  One of the two elevator 
doors had a sign taped onto it that read, "OUT OF ORDER."  The other 
elevator door opened and the four girls entered.  Recorded, and very 
realistic, screams of pain came from above the ceiling of the 
elevator as they stepped into the elevator.  The screams subsided, 
but a lesser scream sounded as the elevator started to descend to the 
club level below.  Then the screams resumed in urgency as the 
elevator slowed to a stop.  

    The girls exited the elevator, leaving the realistic whimpering 
and crying behind as they walked down a short corridor past cork 
boards covered with flyers and personal ads: masters were seeking 
slaves, slaves were seeking masters, people were selling cars, and 
looking for apartments in Manhattan. 

    One flyer was posted that said: _Vote Libertarian: we're pro-
choice on EVERYTHING!_  

    Someone had written over it: _...and want to let the rich 
outsource all the jobs to India so they can make slaves out of 
middle-class Americans!!!_ 

    And someone else added: _And that's a BAD thing???_

    Ignoring the political bickering, they entered the main room of 
the club.

    Mindy, however, being Mindy, who had always had a fetish about 
being captured and her body used in some diabolical experiment, 
excused herself and explored the club on her own.  

    Finding a door ajar that was labeled, "SLAVES ONLY," Mindy had no 
choice but to enter.  She walked down a short barren hallway with 
plain concrete walls until she came to a sort of workshop.  

    She gasped when she was a naked man hanging by his wrists from 
manacles against the far wall. 

    As she approached to help the poor guy, a gruff voice spoke from 
behind her, "You're late, slave!"

    Mindy spun around to face the man in green coveralls with the 
name of an elevator company embroidered on the pocket. 

    "Uhm..." she began to speak when she was grabbed from behind.

    "Hey!" she shrieked.  

    The two men manhandled her onto a workbench and shackled her down 
with her arms outstretched above her head.

    "Wait!" she yelled.  "You're making a mistake!  I'm not a slave!"

    "That's what they all say," one of the men said.  

    One of them produced a box cutter, and in a moment, she was bare-
naked.  One of the men kicked her ripped clothes off into a corner.

    The two workmen went over to that naked man and unshackled him.  
Dragging him over to the workbench, they pushed him on top of Mindy.

    "Hey!  Please don't rape me!" Mindy screeched.

    The naked man just moaned.

    The two workmen stretched his arms and legs out on top of 
Mindy's.    

    Then they wheeled some sort of big drill over to the table.  
Mindy gasped when she saw the two men position the bit of the drill 
directly over hers and her co-captive's wrists.  

    "No!" Mindy screamed when they switched on the drill.

    At that, the man on top of her came out of his stupor and let out 
a wicked scream when the bit entered his wrist.  A split second 
later, Mindy felt a sharp pain in her wrist and screeched.  She knew 
that the bit had passed through his wrist and was now going through 
hers.

    Mindy's wrist felt like it was aflame.  They withdrew the bit and 
slid a long metal bolt through both their wrists--and through the 
bones in their arms.  

    The worst wasn't over.

    The two mechanics drilled two more holes in their combined arms 
about an inch apart.  

    Then they wheeled the drill to the other side of the table and 
did the same to their other arm--three holes with three bolts passing 
through the holed in their bones.

    The torture still wasn't over.  Next they drilled three holes in 
their two legs, then through their other two legs.

    The naked man on top of her seemed to have passed out from the 
pain.  Mindy wasn't so fortunate.  

    The workmen attached some brackets and other metal hardware to 
the bolts in their arms.  

    Then, using a winch in the ceiling, the workmen lifted the naked 
couple up, suspending them from the ceiling, her left arm bolted to 
his right, and her right arm bolted to his left.  

    Next, as Mindy and her unknown slave partner hung from their 
arms, the workmen attached more hardware to the bolts in their legs. 

    The two workmen left them like that.  They shut the light and 
locked the door.  Mindy and her new intimate companion were hanging 
in total darkness, in agonizing pain, bolted together by the arms and 
ankles, their naked bodies pressing tightly together.

    None too soon, Mindy also passed out from the blazing pain.

    Mindy woke the next morning to the sound of the door opening.  
The light came on, and those same two workmen entered the room 
pulling a small rectangular wheeled cart full of what looked like 
metal weights.  It looked rather heavy from the way they were pulling 
them.

    Mindy gasped, "Are you done with us?  Can you let us go now?"

    "Done?" one of them laughed and then they walked over to one of 
two a gray metal doors in the far wall.  

    Mindy saw that the hardware bolted to her wrists was hanging from 
some kind of track in the ceiling that led to those two doors.

    One of the workmen pulled them along the track and to the open 
door.  It was pitch black beyond the door, with some mechanical 
sounds coming from within.   

    The two workmen unbolted them from the track and carried them 
into the darkened area.  A scream echoed from below, then, a moment 
later, a black metal rectangular shape rose next to them, and 
continued up into the darkness of the shaft.  

    "Shaft!" Mindy gasped.  "This is an elevator shaft!" she gasped.  
The floor beneath them, she realized, was the roof of one of the 
elevator cars.

    The men ignored her as they attached her wrist hardware to a set 
of cables hanging from far above.

    "No!" she cried.  She couldn't begin to guess how the pain she 
was in now would be multiplied ten-fold--a hundred-fold--once they do 
what she thought they were about to do.

    She felt them fiddle with the hardware bolted through their legs.  

    The workmen took nearly an hour connecting her to the machinery.  
Not only that, but a nurse-type woman came onto the top of the 
elevator car and connected an intravenous type tube to their arms, 
then left.  When she had to pee, she didn't care that she was naked 
and bolted to a strange naked man, nor that there was a workman 
working next to her; she let her bladder empty and heard her water 
strike some sort of pan directly under her on the top of the car and 
go down a drain. 

    Then the workman stood and held onto a support.  He fingered a 
walkie-talkie and said, "Car coming up.  Are you clear?"

    The radio crackled, "Just a second.  Setting a breaker.  Okay.  
Clear."

    "Okay," the man next to her spoke.  "Car coming up."

    Mindy felt a tug on her writs for a split second, then the pain 
did, indeed, multiplied--a thousand-fold!  Her arms felt like they 
were about to rip from her shoulder sockets as the gray concrete 
walls of the shaft slid down.  

    The roof of the shaft approached, then the motion slowed as the 
inside surface of an elevator door passed down against the front of 
the car and they stopped.  

    The workman climbed up a ladder off the roof of the car into some 
sort of equipment room just above.  Every step he made sent lightning 
bolts through her body until he was on the ladder and out of sight 
into the darkness above.

    Mindy heard the two of them talking about putting the car back 
into service.  

    Minutes passed.  The two workmen seemed to have vanished.  Then 
the elevator started to drop, the movement sending more daggers 
through her body, evoking a scream from her mouth.  Her naked male 
companion was still unconscious--oblivious to what had been done to 
him.

    The elevator slowed to a stop, temporarily adding to the weight, 
evoking another scream.  The vibration of the elevator doors opening 
send needles of pain through her body.  Then as people entered the 
elevator, each adding another hundred pounds or two to the weight of 
the elevator itself--each footstep sending lightning bolts through 
her stretched body.

    Her companion moaned as the elevator began to rise.  "Aaaaah!" he 
screamed into Mindy's ear. 

    "Hey!" Mindy gasped despite the pain.

    The elevator stopped, and the people exited.

    "Where am I?" he said.  "Yeeow!  Where am I?"

    "We're part of an elevator, I think," Mindy said.

    "Oh!  They said something about working on an elevator.  But who 
are you?"

    "I'm Mindy.  Who are you?"

    "My name is Otis."

    "Funny," Mindy said.

    "No, really.  That's my name.  Not so funny, huh?"

    "How long are they going to keep us like this" Mindy asked.

    "I don't know," he answered.

    As the days, weeks, and months passed, the answer to that 
question never came.  

    * END *

-- 
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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