Escape From Arkham Asylum (Apply Within)

This is an idea I've been bandying around in my head for awhile, and I thought I might as well put it up here and see how it goes. Everyone's welcome, with a few caveats -


Okay, now that's out of the way I can get on to my idea.

It's quite a simple one, really. This particular incarnation of Arkham Asylum can be found in the fictional world of Toria, a very conservative nation where sexual kinks are considered a mental illness. And guess where the patients end up?

Arkham Asylum is home to all the sexual deviants of Toria, all placed under varying degrees of security in various wings across its sprawling, concrete-and-steel-bars landscape. The Asylum itself is a single, multi-storied building, but it is set on a huge estate, which in turn is surrounded by double-layered twenty-foot high razor-wire tipped electrified fences. The inside of the building varies in decor, from the rather respectable nurse's and doctor's offices, all the way through to the cold, dank High Security prisoner's cells. Basically, the Asylum exists as no more than a holding pen, designed to keep these perverts away from the rest of society.

Unfortunately for the Torian government, there's going to be a little hitch in their plans. On the autumn equinox, as the year slips finally and inevitably into darkness, the power fails. The prison cells are all released from lockdown, and chaos ensues. And that is where this lovely story starts. If I've accepted you, all you need to do is introduce your character, and you're away laughing.

This is a story that will have dark overtones: these are people that have been locked up for no real reason, and they will be angry and want revenge. Their sexual kinks should definitely run to the darker side of things - I'll leave the exact details up to you, dear reader (and, hopefully, participant), but if you're wanting to be in a dominant position I suggest taking the role of one of the prisoners, whereas if you want to be ... well, in a less controlling situation, I would suggest one of the nurses or doctors.

There are no gender restrictions here, and if anyone feels like bending the rules and having a prisoner submit or an Arkham staff-member take charge, by all means feel free.

One final thing: like I said, this thread is intended to be about revenge and control, expressed through sex. I'll also be introducing a few plot points along the way, which people can respond to or ignore as they wish. The point here, however, is to have fun and plenty of it!

Looking forward to all of your replies,

SilverShamrock

I just realised: it might be nice if I put my character up (edited for more detail).
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Name: Sebastian Ipslock
Age: 45
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair: Salt-and-pepper
Eyes: Blue
Build: Solidly built, Sebastian is well-toned and muscled despite his age

Sebastian is one of the inmates at Arkham Asylum, and quite frankly he actually deserves to be here. He is a sadist, and was caught with an eighteen-year-old girl tied up in his basement, filming her as she struggled to escape the bonds he had put her in.

He'd really like that film back, thank you.

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Sebastian lay back on his cot, dangling one foot over the end of the too-short metal frame as he stared up at the ceiling. This really was incredibly boring. When was something going to happen? Other than receiving his meals twice a day (he'd found the way they hastily shoved them through the slot and then run away amusing for the first few days - they were actually afraid of him!), all he had to do with his time was watch the fluffy orange mold creep its way across the ceiling.

He sighed, and swung his feet down onto the floor, then folded down to the ground and proceeded to crunch through a series of press-ups.

Doctor Nora Tyler

Name: Nora Tyler
Age: 27
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 115 lb.
Hair: Flaming Auburn, ringlet curls to her shoulders
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skintone: Ivory
Build: Petite and delicate, with a curvaceous form that most men would drool over.

Fresh out of college, Nora Tyler carried the prestigious title of Doctor of Mental Hygiene. Most people, though, expected the kind and lovely young woman to take a job as a child counselor or something... certainly nothing like the job she currently holds as a psychologist at Arkham! But here she was, despite all their expectations of a Saintly image, finding herself interested in the strange people held here. Surely they were sick, and she intended to try and help them.

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Taking the folder the nurse handed her, Nora flipped to the latest complaint filed on patient No. 35687. Sebastian Ipslock always had been, and likely always would be, a troublemaker. It would appear this time around that he'd been heckling a few of the female nurses, and had even gone as far as to back one into a corner(despite the fact that he was enclosed in a straight jacket) and had proceeded to threaten her.

Sighing, she shook her head and and lifted a finger to rub her temple. One of her patients, he was not exactly the type of specimen to be taken lightly, unlike what so many of these nurses had begun to think. Straightening her back, she nodded to the male nurses who stood around her. "Go see to it he's restrained. I want him in a chair, I'm not having a repeat of his last performance."

She followed them down the hall to where Ipslock's cell was, she waited outside the open door for them to get him into the restraints, one of the male nurses informing him that it was time for his meeting with the doctor.

"Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven - yes, yes, I heard you! No need to repeat yourself!"

Sebastian bounced himself off the cold concrete, easing up to a standing position from the crouch. He turned to the male nurse, and his grin faded.

"Oh. You want me to put the jacket on again." Sebastian sighed and held out his arms as the nurse apologised, clipping him in and cinching it tight.

Sebastian hid the smile that welled up inside him. Houdini had been quite clever, in some ways.

"Alright, doctor, I'm ready" he called out. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the portly form of Doctor Haverston to amble into the room. What he saw instead made his pulse race, and he made no attempt to hide it.

Entering the room, Doctor Nora Tyler was the epitome of delicate, feminine beauty despite her starched outfit and well-kept professional look. A pair of dainty feet in business heels led up to toned calves encased in nude toned pantyhose, and starting at the knee was a black business skirt. Into the skirt was tucked an emerald green blouse that matched her eyes, the top two buttons undone for comfort's sake. A white lab coat was worn over all that, the words Arkham Asylum on the right breast pocket.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ipslock," she said as she entered, leveling those sparking eyes on him. Everything about her screamed security, she didn't seem in the least bit phased that she was in a room with a man most feared out of simple principal. Of course... the clear case she carried that held a long needled syringe may have helped with any possible fear of him.

Moving to the chair that had been placed across from his bed, she sat down and crossed one long shapely leg over the other. "I'm Doctor Tyler, and I'm going to be treating you from now on." Those eyes glanced at the chart and notes she had in front of her, before lifting to level on him once again. "I think the first thing we should discuss is your little display this morning, hmm? What possessed you to threaten one of the nurses?"

Of course, given his files, she knew exactly why he'd done it... power. A sick need for power over another living person. But she wanted to hear him explain it from his own view point.

Sebastian allowed a smile to cross his face, gazing steadily back into the girl's eyes. He took his time before replying, letting her know she didn't have him under her complete control. The fact that she didn't glance away, didn't even give any kind of tell, phased him a little, but he was determined not to let her see that.

"What possessed you to threaten one of the nurses?"

Ah. Straight to business. Very much in control of herself. Sebastian allowed his smile to grow a little, letting some of his ever-present hunger enter his eyes. Still no reaction, dammit.

"Well, I must say," he began, "you're certainly a refreshing change from Doctor Haverston. I think I might actually start enjoying these ... sessions, now." Was that a little flicker in her eyes at the deliberate emphasis? Sebastian was sure she'd glanced down. At her notes, perhaps?

"And what did the fat little Doctor say about me, hmm? Know my background, do you?" He grinned, knowing full well that she did.

Let's play, he thought. Behind his back, his hands moved imperceptibly. He felt the straight-jacket give a little.

Nora seemed anything but phased by his commentary, and simply brushed his questions about her knowing his background to the side with little more than a bounce of her foot as she shifted to be a bit more comfortable. Folding her hands ontop of the clipboard in her lap, she kept her eyes leveled on him.

"Why did you threaten one of the nurses, Mr. Ipslock?" she asked, calm and steady as ever. The hunger in his eyes she took note off, but it didn't seem to phase her too overly much. There were orderlies in the hall ready to come to her aide, and she had the tranquilizer sitting in her lap should she need it. If he did try something, she was certain he wouldn't get far.

He'd only tried to avert her attention from the question at hand, tried to avoid the subject, tried to show that he had some semblance of control over the situation by changing the subject and getting her to follow him as he lead their conversation in another direction. It was a defense mechanism, and a common one at that, the same as people using humor in tense situations, to divert people's attentions from the problem at hand, to get them to lower their guards some.

Huh. Persistent. She was obviously an intelligent one, Sebastian realised. He'd been able to play Doctor Haverston like a violin, but this hot little vixen was going to require a little more subtlety.

Fuck subtlety, he thought in a sudden flash of anger, I want this bitch on her knees in front of me! He pushed the thought down, hoping his expression hadn't betrayed him.

Just delay her for a little longer. They've got no idea.

He smiled at her. "Alright, Doctor, we'll play it your way. I don't believe I threatened the nurse. I merely made a comment about how she looked in her uniform." He shrugged and affected a good-ole-boy smile. "I like uniforms." He took the opportunity to run his eyes over the girl in front of him. Was that a peek of bra showing under her shirt?

Just a bit longer. His hands were nearly free now - these strait-jackets were a joke - and then it was simply a matter of moving very fast. Once it was just him and the doctor ...

For some reason, his eyes were drawn upward to the orange mold on the ceiling. He couldn't be too sure, but he was certain it had spread about half an inch outward since he'd last looked at it. Interesting.

Nora glanced at the report in front of her, arching a brow as she began to read something off the paper. "'I'll lift that skirt and fuck you until you scream', sounds a good deal like a threat to me, Mr. Ipslock. Perhaps the next time you feel the need to compliment one of the nurses or doctors here, you should choose your words more wisely."

She noticed him glance up, but didn't do the same. The flickers in his eyes betrayed his emotions, though the shifts happened so quickly she couldn't quite decipher just what was going on in his head. That in and of itself should have worried her, and on some level it did, but she didn't let it show. Her eyes remained as intensely devoid of emotion as ever, and she used that to her advantage.

"Would you like to talk about Doctor Haverston? To tell me about your sessions with him. Do you think he helped you at all during his visits? I've read his notes and your file, but I think it's only fair to get both sides of the story, don't you?" It was an odd tactic, yes, but it often worked.

Sebastian openly laughed, allowing his amusement to actually show.

"That fat fuck? Are you kidding me? He just wanted to know what I did to that girl, over and over again!" There we go; that'll cause some trouble.

And then his hands were free. Careful. Careful now. He twisted his wrists slowly, otherwise keeping his body relaxed, dipping one knee and raising an eyebrow.

"Do you want to hear about it, Nora? Would you like to know what gets me hard?"

Even if that didn't throw her - which he doubted it would - she'd have to formulate a response that wasn't threatening. He'd have to get past her, get the door ...

Easy. Don't give it away, not just yet.

She didn't seem phased by his insistence that the other doctor had wanted him to recount what he'd done to the girl that had gotten him placed in the facility, though inside she wondered if it were true. Best not to believe him outright though, the other doctor's notes(while sometimes vague) had provided her some insight into his behavior.

When he prompted her further, asking if she'd like to know what got him hard, she arched a brow, but otherwise her countenance remained cool. "On the contrary, Mr. Ipslock, I don't want to know the what, but the why." Her words were calm and cool, all of this having been prior planned out in her head. She couldn't let him shake her, otherwise she'd loose control of the situation and he'd gain it and then she knew she'd be getting nowhere.

"I want to know why it is that these actions have the effect on you that they do. And I think you want to tell me." It was a simple statement, but it held a lot of weight, and it was obvious she was firm in what she wanted.

"Oh, you're good, Nora. But, I'm sad to say - not good enough."

So saying, Sebastian gave a wrench of his shoulders. The straitjacket fell away.

As easy as that, he thought, but his body was already moving, darting past Nora, through the doorway, a blur of muscle as he reached around and cranked the lock on the door. Just a few seconds was all he needed -

He turned to the doctor, and saw she was rising from her chair, turning to him, reaching for something in her pocket. The door slammed shut behind him, he took a step toward her, the guards were yelling, her hand was coming out of her pocket, he clamped his hands around her wrist, her clipboard was dropping to the ground -

He wrapped his other hand around her throat and slammed her against the door, leaning his weight into her as he pulled her hand free of her pocket.

"Well, well, well," he chuckled, pushing himself up against her and holding the clear case in front of her eyes, "I wonder what's in here?"

Nora wasn't given time to react. One minute he was speaking in an odd manner about the fact that she was good, but not good enough, and the next he was flying across the room, aparently no longer hindered by the straight jacket. She rose as quickly as she could, and from her pocket began to produce the clear case that would be her life saver if she could get it open in time.

Alas, he was back on her and she found herself savagely pushed against the door, head smacking into it hard and leaving her ears ringing as a hand much larger than her own closed around her neck. The pressure he applied was enough to make her gasp, choking to get in a breath as he removed the clear case from her hand.

Eyes opening from their clenched position, she lifted them to look up at him as he held the case in front of her face. Shit... that's not good... What do I do now? she asked herself silently, but was able to formulate no answer.

It would be a few more moments before she could finally speak, and when she did she was calm, despite the obviously choked sound of her voice thanks to the way he was cutting off her air supply. "It would not be a wise thing for you continue down this road. Mr. Ipslock, you know that. The first time they put you here, but your second offense I doubt they'll be so kind in punishing."

Sebastian openly laughed, his amusement at the little doctor's attempts to maintain control clearly evident.

"Oh, don't worry, Nora," he leaned in close, still grinning, sharing his secret with her. "I don't think they'll get a chance to punish me."

The nurses were banging on the door and yelling, and Sebastian could hear the jingle of keys as they struggled with the door.

Quickly now.

He pulled open the clear plastic case holding the syringe with his teeth, spitting it to the floor. Then, quickly as he could, he pulled his hand away from her throat and grabbed a fistful of her hair, spinning her round and dragging her back a few steps. He pressed the tip of the needle to the base of her skull, letting it sink in just a tiny bit, then turned her sideways.

The door flew open, and the nurses froze as the tableau was revealed in front of them.

"Watch it," Sebastian growled, "One false move and I will drive this needle straight into the top of this bitch's spine. Do you really want the good doctor to get a dose of sleep-juice right into her brain?"

The nurses hesitated. Good, thought Sebastian, they're buying it

"Right, now listen carefully. The two of you are going to back out of this room, and walk very slowly backwards to the nurse's station. I am going to follow you. Any false moves -" he clenched Nora's hair tighter - "and she dies. Understand?"

The nurses nodded in unison and began to walk backward. Sebastian waited until they were clear of the cell-door, and then followed them out.

Cause chaos, have some fun, then escape, he thought. Or just have some fun. We'll see what happens.

Nora was unable to react, the full weight of her situation settling in around her like some heavy blanket. She could feel his... malice. Anger, heat, and an overwhelming sense of control radiated from him, chilling her to the bone. A shudder passed through her body and she found herself fighting very hard not to tremble as he grabbed her by the hair.

A cry left her as she was spun around, and she gasped at the feel of the needle sinking into the back of her neck. Whimpering some, she closed her eyes and took slow, steady breaths as she attempted to control her heartrate and think rationally.

Her mind was running a thousand miles a minute, but that didn't make it any easier to atempt to find a logical way out of this situation. Unfortunately, none were coming to mind, the press of the needle in the back of her neck and the fact that they were now moving taking precedence.

"And just what do you plan to do now, Mr. Ipslock?" she asked, though there was a note of insecurity in her voice. "You wont get very far, you know that... Running is not an option for you."

Sebastian laughed, as much gloating over the little doctor's obvious rising fear as her suggestion that he was going to run.

Run! he thought scornfully. Me, run? Not likely!

"You'll see, my good little doctor," he chuckled. "Just have a little patience, wouldn't you?"

He continued to push Nora ahead of him, leading her down the corridor toward the nurse's station. The orderlies walked backward ahead of them, eyes wary and hands raised.

Ahhh, he thought, looks like I'm back in business.

"Inside." He barked at the orderlies, nodding toward the nurse's station. The cute little blonde behind the wire-meshed windows looked up, a frown crinkling her brow. Her mouth opened as she saw the way Sebastian was holding the doctor.

Quick, before she has time to think.

"Open the cells! Now!" Sebastian barked, "Do it or this bitch gets it!" He twisted Nora sideways so the nurse could see the needle. She hesitated, and he yanked on the doctor's hair. She cried out, and the nurse gulped, swiveling to the computer and tapping in a long sequence of keys. She turned back to him, eyes wide as a series of heavy clunks echoed out along the corridor.

"Now what?" she asked.

Sebastian smiled. "What do you think, Nora? What's going to happen now?"

Nora listened and watched in horror as the other inmates were let loose, all because she hadn't been fast enough on her feet to get the tranquilizer in him. And now the very same needle she'd planned to inject him through was pressed gently into the base of her skull.

Closing her eyes, she listened to the sound of the cells sliding open, and had to swallow the dread that rose within her.

What now? she thought, and her eyes looked over at the nurse, a grim look on her face as she answered in a soft whisper, horror in her eyes. "Chaos..." she whispered her answer. "Utter... chaos..."

There were many depraved people locked in this hospital, people who'd been shut away from the world for years for their taboo tastes when it came to things such as sex. The thought of them filing out of their rooms, thinking themselves finally free, made her stomach churn. There simply was not enough staff on hand to deal with a massive break out like this... They'd be overwhelmed, she knew, and god only knew what they'd do once they got their hands on those they likely saw as their captors.

Sebastian chuckled at the doctor's response, and felt a tremor of lust ripple through him at the horrified realisation dawning in her eyes.

"You say pot-eight-o, I say pot-aht-o," he grinned, "you call it chaos -"

- he wrenched her head back, pulling the needle away from the base of her neck. Before she could react, he spun her 'round, grabbed her by the throat, and threw her against the nearest wall. He strode over to her, clutching her throat again - that tremor rippling through him again as she let out a strangled cry - and pressed her against the wall -

"- I call it fun." He leaned in close, pressing himself against her, forcing his knee between her legs and pinning her completely against the wall, wanting to see how she would react, wanting to feel her disgust. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two male interns make a break for it, pushing each other out of the way as they barged through the security door. The nurse just sat there, eyes wide as she watched Sebastian and the doctor.

Poor bitch, Sebastian thought without a trace of pity, she's in for a world of shit pretty soon. And then he forgot about her, focusing all his attention on his little redhead. His.

Nora whimpered when he clutched her hair, feeling him withdrawn the needle only to yank her head backward. A strong hand closed around her slender throat and she let out a choked cry as he quite literally threw her into the far wall. She hit it with a soft thud, whimpering, and was about to slide down it's length to the floor, ready to curl into a ball, when he was on her again.

She gave another strangled cry as he pressed himself close enough that she was given almost no movement to speak of. Eyes closing, she turned her head to the side, away from his face, one lone tear sliding down her fair skinned cheek. There was a tremble that passed through her body, betraying the calm that she'd earlier portrayed.

"Let me go, Mr. Ipslock... Let me go and I may be able to help you get an easier sentence. Once they get ahold of you," her eyes opened here, and she turned her head to level them on him. "The only person who will be able to help you will be me."

The look in her eyes was a pleading one, tinged with fear, but somehow devoid of panic. No, it was not the time for panic yet. She had every reason to be afraid, but few reasons to panic just yet.

Sebastian chuckled at the doctor's words, leaning in close, making sure his breath puffed directly into her face, staring deep into her wide, green eyes. He saw the pupils dilate, and felt a slow tempo begin to build inside him, a heavy, patient drum-beat that he had felt many times before.

"Now, now, doctor. What makes you think they'll catch me? And whether they do or not, it'll be too late ... for you." He ground his hips against her, his crotch pressed hard against her hips, his lips peeling back from his teeth as he watched her reaction.

Let's see how hard you're going to be to tame, little one.

Nora whimpered, squirming against his hold on her as he pressed close, leaning in to speak in a menacing tone to her. She lifted both hands, bringing them up and pressing them to his chest, attempting to push him away as he ground against her.

After a few moments, she finally seemed able to summon up more than just a weak struggle against him. This time, she added words to the fire. "Let me go, you bastard," she hissed, shoving against him all the harder with her tiny hands, though she knew she lacked the upper body strength to really be able to fight him off.

Bringing one heeled foot up some, she soon drove it down toward his own bare foot, intending to stab/kick him with it.