Dark Dungeon

[0xSerenityx0]

OOC:
Name: Nikki
Age: 23

IC:Nikki (see picture in profile webstie) sat on the cold hard concrete of her little cell. She was down in a dungeon of some guy who had abandoned her. She hadn't had food or water for 3 days.

Her wrists were chained aove her too the wall, and she was naked. he had large E cup firm breasts and a decently shaved pussy. A sad lonely look was plastered on her face, she was hungry, and alone.

 

[0xSerenityx0]

Bumpbump

 

[krazykyotee]

Rick went out to take out the trash, plopping the full bag into the container. He looked over to his neighbors house, a cold autumn wind whistling down the street. Nothing stirred next door, the run down exterior in sad need of paint. The guy who lived there spooked him a bit, always coming and going during the night. Matter of fact, Brad hadnt seen him in at least a few days.

Somethign jsut was right over there, something nagged at Brad. A very quiet neighbor, Brad usually could hear some of what was going on next door. And last night he thought he heard..crying? coming from that dank abode. Summoning up his courage, he walked over to the front door, and knocked, the rusty knocker coming off in his hand.

"Hello? Anyone home in there?"

 

[0xSerenityx0]

She thought she heard something...than managed to yell as loud as she could, which wasn't very loud.

 

[krazykyotee]

The weak shout from inside made him jump, dropping the knocker. Trying the knob, Rick stepped inside. The insdie of the house was barren, dull white paint the only decoration. His footsteps echoed as he ran thru the house, finding no sign of the source of the yell. The only door unchecked was the one leading to the cellar..

Opening the door, Rick looked down the rickety staircase into the darkness below. To his right was a newly installed light switch, and he flicked it on, taking his first few hesitants steps down..

 

[0xSerenityx0]

She saw a light turn on, and looked on.

 

[krazykyotee]

what he saw down here shocked him. His neighbor had gone to great expense to turn this cellar into his private dungeon. A cinder block cell had been formed into the rear wall. A adjustable table sat in the middle of the floor, with restraints at head and feet. Tables along the walls held tools of discipline and sexual pleasing. All that became lost to Rick as he saw the girl bound to the back of the cell

Racing down the steps, he crossed the cellar, opening the wrought iron gate of the cell. Reaching down he started working on freeing one of her hands.

"Are you alright? What are you doign down here?"