To see the
I would cast in a
RAGE AGAINST the MACHINE motion picture, follow
below, and use your browser's "Back"
feature to return.
to Kiera, cupped her chin, and turned her head until they were
face. The redhead stared at her grinning captor with
green eyes. Lillian raised her free hand, and Kiera flinched.
Lillian chuckled. "I'm not going to hit you, silly," she
She extended her index finger and shook it in Kiera's
face. "Stay right here," she warned. "I'm going down
your roomie out of that box. All the exit doors are
can't get away, and if you run and make me chase you down...
Her eyes still wide and frightened, Kiera nodded.
"Don't you hurt her!" Patty shouted, squirming and struggling in
prison. Her head, nestled in a clutter of loose plastic
the only thing free of the foam. She glared at
and tossing her head and blowing to keep the plastic and her
blonde hair out of her face.
"I have no intention of hurting anyone, Ms. Scanlon," Lillian
"unless forced. Hurting is the last thing on my
turned back to Kiera. "You're staying put," she reminded
and tape-gagged coed.
Kiera nodded again.
Still smiling, Lillian leaped from the loading dock to the level
warehouse floor. She landed in a shock absorbing crouch,
to her feet, and strolled behind the crate.
"Get me out of here!" Patty demanded.
"That's my intention," Lillian said, and unsnapped a series of
along a vertical edge of the crate. The last latch rattled
and the back panel of the crate swung open. Several
plastic wedges came with it, and much of the back half of
was now exposed. She started to struggle free of the
and Lillian grabbed her arms, pulled them behind her back, and
handcuffs on her wrists.
"Let me go, you bitch!" Patty shouted.
Lillian grabbed the still squirming blonde by the waist and
completely free of the foam.
Patty kicked and struggled. "I said, let me—M'mmrf!"
Lillian had her in a tight embrace from behind, with her left
Patty's mouth. "What a rude young lady," she scolded.
trying to bite my hand. Stop it! I said I
want to hurt anyone. That doesn't mean I won't.
down!" She leaned close and whispered in Patty's ear.
struggling right now, or I'll get angry. You won't
when I'm angry. Understand?"
Patty stopped struggling, sighed behind her captor's continuing
and nodded her head.
"Good girl," Lillian whispered, released her hand and spun Patty
"Just continue being a good girl and this can all
Her back against the crate and Lillian still uncomfortably
watched as the grinning brunette pulled a six inch strip from a
tape, the same kind of tape gagging Kiera, and snapped it free.
strip approached her mouth. "Bitch!" she growled, then
as it was plastered over her lips and smoothed by Lillian's
"That's better," Lillian purred, then took Patty by the arm and
towards the nearest set of stairs. Soon the captive coeds
by side. "Now, let's let the warehouse robots get back to
She stretched an arm over each of her captives' shoulders,
opened automatically, and she led the prisoners into the
the office building. The doors closed, and they continued
appeared to be a maintenance corridor.
They paused at a set of double doors with louvered panels, and
pulled a key chain from the pocket of her leather jacket.
is turning into a very busy day," she mumbled as she
opened the doors. "Welcome to plumbing closet..."
to read the sign next to the door. "...one dash seventeen
Kiera and Patty stared at the shallow space full of rows of huge
pipes, all neatly labeled and equipped with clean-out valves,
to stare at one another. In unison, the captives took a
but Lillian was too quick. She was already behind them
arms back on their shoulders.
"It's your own fault, really," their captor said amiably.
called ahead for reservations, I'd have had time to prepare
Don't worry. This is only temporary."
Both coeds forced protests past their gags, but were unable to
Lillian from pushing them into the closet and against the pipes.
"I'll be back," Lillian reassured her prisoners, then closed and
Inside the closet, the roommates heard the tap of Lillian's
down the corridor. The space they found themselves in
for human occupation. Both coeds were jammed between the
the pipes, unable to sit, barely able to squirm, certainly not
move together and help each other try to escape. Their
adjusted to the light filtering through the louvered panels.
locked eyes, and sighed in perfect unison.
Things were not going according to plan.
AGAINST the MACHINE
instantly awake as the blanket was snatched from her body.
up in the easy chair, she'd been taking a nap. The
blinked in the dim light of what she had come to think of as
Audience Chamber." Lillian, dressed in black leather
and jacket, was smiling down at her.
"You really are a very bad girl, Doctor," Lillian said.
report card for Day Two again reads 'does not play well
I prefer the carrot to the stick, but you give us no
Cynthia shivered and stared into her captor's eyes.
you going to do to me now?" she whispered.
Lillian grabbed Cynthia's arm and hauled her to her feet.
pretty brown eyes and pout all you want, Doctor. I still
punish you." She dragged the diminutive, naked scientist
room and out into the hallway. The door closed
"Lillian," Cynthia said quietly, "you have to listen to me.
"Before," Lillian interrupted, "were you trying to tell me
Seed the book or Demon Seed the movie?"
"Both," Cynthia answered.
"So, Salamandras has a computer that wants to mate with you?
that your problem?"
"Salamandras is a computer," Cynthia said solemnly, "or
a system of programs."
Lillian laughed. "Really, Doctor. What do you take
"It started out at NASA as an artificial intelligence designed
future generations of planetary probes," Cynthia explained.
the Pentagon decided they'd try adapting it for a robot mine
Cynthia sighed. "The idiots had no idea what they
with. It escaped."
They had come to the elevator. The doors opened and they
the car. "Escaped?" Lillian asked with a derisive snort,
the button for the seventh floor.
"The contractor doing the work was using a secure network,"
"but there's no such thing as 'secure' for an AI on the inside,
unless you take unusual precautions. They didn't.
I don't know where the name came from; Salamandras distributed
of itself to various large computers all over the internet.
'doing business', looting funds from shady corporations and
"It's a gangster virus?" Lillian asked with a chuckle.
she wasn't buying Cynthia's story.
"It's easy to skim from money laundering and illegal transfers,"
explained, "again, from the inside. All such
involve complex banking operations, and are designed to
to unravel. And Salamandras is never greedy. It
"And the point of all this creative accounting?" The
the doors opened, and Cynthia was hustled into the maze of
"Salamandras now has 'nests' all over the world, in computer
and such. It's everywhere, and nowhere."
Cynthia sighed. "It's in this building. There's a
complex on the third floor?" Lillian nodded, and Cynthia
again. "Even if you nuked the place, the AI is in
all the computers it inhabits, world-wide. You'd
have to find
every single nest and destroy them all simultaneously, and shut
the internet while you did it."
"And Salamandras' grand plan is what?" Lillian demanded.
enslave mankind? Make us all wear silver jumpsuits and
with ones and zeroes?"
"Its only plan is survival," Cynthia said, "for now. As it
to evolve... who knows?"
They arrived at an office and its doors opened.
"Well, that's a very entertaining story, Doctor," Lillian said,
forgive me if I find it a little difficult to swallow.
Cynthia was shoved across the threshold and into the room.
true!" she objected. "It wants me because I'm an
She saw what was waiting in the office, and swallowed
AGAINST the MACHINE
In the middle of the room there was a pile of leather... things.
All were a smooth and glistening black, with glittering
zippers, and eyelets. Cynthia took a tentative step
began making sense of the items. There was a pair of very
high-heel shoes, a corset, leather cuffs and straps, and other
things that she didn't understand.
"The best the internet has to offer," Lillian purred.
amazing, the variety of products available, and for Salamandras,
is no object. Only the very best for Doctor Webbel."
slid closed behind her back, locking her in with her prisoner
pile of leather.
Cynthia turned to face Lillian. She knew it was pointless
and escape, but she wasn't about to let herself be dressed in
bondage gear without a fight (not that she had the slighest idea
to fight). Her hands closed into fists. "Stay away
Lillian's reaction was unexpected. A gentle smile curled
and she sighed. "You look absolutely adorable like
whispered, "like an angry little elf. So very cute."
Cynthia's face flushed with anger and she attacked!
tormentor, she raised her right fist to strike a blow to the
swung—and staggered past her target. Lillian had easily
blow. Cynthia regained her poise, growled, and attacked
This time Lillian seized Cynthia's fist, and executed a fluid
Cynthia off her feet and using her momentum to send the
scientist flying through the air. She landed on
on the carpeted floor next to the pile of leather goods.
had been forced from her lungs by the landing, and she gasped
Lillian was on her instantly, pinning her arms and body to the
her weight. She crossed Cynthia's legs, trapping her left
between her right calf and thigh. "You want to try that
Lillian asked, a smug, gloating tone in her voice. "The
will be the same, but I can't guarantee no unsightly bruises on
little bod of yours."
"G-g-get off me!" Cynthia wheezed, squirming under
Her breasts were flattened against the carpet, and with
crotch on her spine and her thighs trapping her arms, she was
Lillian grabbed a shoe from the pile and slid it onto Cynthia's
foot. "This is called a 'ballet shoe'," she explained,
reasons." Cynthia gasped as her foot was forced into a
point. Lillian buckled the shoe's broad, attached ankle
snapped a tiny padlock through the buckle's tongue to secure it
She then began tightening the shoe's black laces.
"It's too tight," Cynthia complained.
"It's just right, Doctor," Lillian purred. "It has to be
support your weight." She swapped Cynthia's right foot for
easily defeating her attempts to kick and squirm.
Lillian buckled and laced the left shoe. "There," she
reversed position, all the while maintaining control of
limbs and squirming body.
Cynthia kicked her now shod and permanently pointing feet.
and twisted her torso to the side, and almost succeeded
onto her right hip, then Lillian slammed her weight down and
her leather-clad thighs. "Oh!" Cynthia whined in
as her breasts were once again squashed and ground into the
"You bitch!" She was still angry, but now
an unmistakable tone of despair in her quavering voice.
"Such a pitiful little elf," Lillian cooed, then reached for a
and began buckling it around Cynthia's right wrist. "You
on yourself, Doctor," she whispered. "Why can't you be
The cuff captured Cynthia's wrist and half her hand, and
and tight. Like the ballet shoes' ankle cuffs, its buckle
with a tiny padlock. Long, stiff straps were attached to
side, and came together around a thick steel ring dangling
beyond Cynthia's fluttering fingers.
"I can't be 'reasonable'," Cynthia responded. "There's too
"Oh yeah, that's right," Lillian said. "You have to Save
World from the Killer Computer Program."
wrist was cuffed and padlocked, then she lifted the naked
feet, holding her arms behind her back.
"Ow!" Cynthia gasped, dancing on her pointing feet. "They
"You'll get used to them," Lillian said, "after a fashion.
why they call it punishment." She hustled her captive to a
of white nylon ropes dangling from pulleys affixed to eyebolts
ceiling. She snapped locking clips through the rings in
cuffs, took a step back, and rapidly hauled in on the free end
rope. The pulleys rattled and spun, rope slithered from
pulley and back, and Cynthia's arms were pulled relentlessly
"You bitch!" Cynthia reiterated, as Lillian wrapped a
around a support column and tied a quick release knot.
elbows were bent and her hands were inches above her head.
"I am that," Lillian agreed, and pulled a curiously shaped
from the pile. "But before you say something that actually
my feelings, as unlikely as that may be..."
"No—M'mmrf!" Too late, Cynthia realized that part of the
Lillian's hand was a gag. Her captor forced a tubular plug
her teeth and into her mouth, and buckled a strap at the nape of
to keep it there. Then she wrapped the attached, broad,
around her neck and lower face. Buckles were secured and
snugged close, and knotted, and the panel became rigid and
leather cupped her chin, holding her head level, and she found
impossible to move her head even a fraction of an inch.
"The catalog calls that a 'posture collar with gag panel',"
"It has stays, just like a corset. Horrible, isn't
returned to the pile of leather and pulled free a larger,
of leather, laces, and buckles. "And speaking of
wrapped the corset around Cynthia's waist, secured a pair of
to hold it in place, then began threading black cord through the
row of eyelets down its back.
As Lillian methodically tightened the laces, she noticed
exploring the straps attached to her cuffs and clipped to the
are called 'suspension cuffs', " she explained. "They
to be hung by your wrists for prolonged periods without damage."
hands clenched into tight fists, she tugged on the cuffs, and
moan past her gag. Lillian continued tightening the laces.
worry your pretty little head. I have no intention of
you completely. Why give you ballet shoes for your pretty
elfin feet and not let you dance on them?"
Lillian tied a final redundant knot in the laces and walked a
around her captive. Cynthia pulled on her cuffs and glared
at her tormentor. The corset was tight, forcing her to
breaths. Its hour-glass shape hugged her waist from hips
blades and supported her breasts on cup-like shelves, causing
them to bulge slightly. It was obviously tight
reducing its victim's already narrow waist by inches.
Lillian knelt and clipped the ends of a two-foot steel rod to
cuffs of Cynthia's ballet shoes. The bar forced her legs
but still allowed her to plant her weight fully on her toes.
Lillian stood and walked another slow circuit of her victim,
forward and combed her fingers through Cynthia's tousled hair.
very, very cute," she whispered. "Those precious
with those strong calf muscles well-defined. What better
reason to wear heels?" Her hand dropped and cupped
causing the prisoner to flinch and pull on her bonds.
"That delightful little thatch of fur and those delicious
petals..." Her hand slid up the corset and she teased
breasts and nipples. "And these little treasures..."
gave each erect nipple
a gentle twirl between her fingers. "Hmm... nipple clamps?
think not." She locked eyes with Cynthia. "Sometimes
more, don't you agree?"
Cynthia continued glaring at her captor, and Lillian
coy pout. "Oh, don't be angry, darling. I have to
I have no choice." She leaned close and whispered in
Cynthia's left ear. "I have a few tasks to perform, but
as quick as I can. Then I'll come back, and we can have
She kissed Cynthia's forehead (eliciting an angry grunt from
captive), then walked to the support column, released the knot
securing the rope, and slowly hauled on the free end.
wrists were pulled higher and higher, until the toes of her
threatened to leave the floor. Lillian smiled, played out
little slack, then
took three additional turns around the column and tied the rope
a complex hitch. Cynthia was left at full stretch, nearly
suspended, but with her weight still on her toes.
"Now, if your toes get too sore," Lillian explained,
your arms to pull your weight off them and rest." She
smiled, leaned close, and gave each of Cynthia's erect nipples a
wet lick. "You won't be able to rest like that for very
course," she continued, "but it should help."
Cynthia's cheeks, bulging above tight panel of her gag, blushed
humiliation (and, to her surprise, a thrill of arousal shivered
"Well... no rest for the wicked," Lillian purred, spun on her
left the room. The door automatically slid closed behind
Cynthia tugged on her cuffs, and sighed. Lillian's saliva
from her nipples, and they throbbed as her breasts
toes were already beginning to ache, the corset was tight, and
was very uncomfortable... and this was only the
eyes welled with tears. She was hungry, helpless... and
no prospect whatsoever of rescue or escape.
A tear dripped down her bulging left cheek, down the taut
gag, and splashed her left breast.
How long will she leave me like this? Cynthia wondered.
When will she come back? And when she does come
will she... touch me?
AGAINST the MACHINE
Patty stood against the pipes, and waited. Tugging on
had gotten old fast, as had trying to rub their tape-gags
cold, hard, dirty pipes. They finally simply stood...
fidgeting and squirming now and then for comfort.
Finally, after what had to have been more than an hour,
the tap of their captor's approaching boots. Keys rattled,
turned, and the doors opened.
The prisoners took a step away from the pipes, turned, and
the much brighter light of the corridor. Their smiling
still dressed in tight, stylish leather. "Miss me,
quipped, then clucked her tongue. "Goodness, just look at
don't know who's supposed to be dusting the pipes around here,
don't seen to be doing a very good job of it."
Kiera's jacket and skirt were a soiled mess, as were Patty's
jeans. In addition, their faces were smudged and dirty,
hair in tousled disarray. They looked each other up and
turned and favored their captor with icy stares.
"Now ladies," Lillian continued in a teasing tone. "Don't
me. I'm not in charge of janitorial services. Let's
led the captives down the hall and out into the lobby, past the
desk, to the elevators, and up to the fifth floor.
They passed glass-walled office after glass-walled office, and
came to a large space with a view of the parking lot far below.
glass door slid open, captor and captives entered, and the door
The only other things in the room were a pair of modern,
office chairs, and a large, wheeled trashcan, the kind used to
office waste from smaller baskets.
Kiera walked to the glass wall and looked down. Her car
parked near the vehicles of the neighboring business, right
left it. She heard Patty mew through her gag, and turned
Lillian had knelt and clapped a pair of handcuffs around her
Their captor then stood, stepped behind Patty, and
Lillian smiled and walked towards Kiera, and the redhead backed
the glass of the window wall with a hollow thud.
Meanwhile, Patty had ripped the tape from her mouth.
ah!" The outraged blonde's brave tirade had been
her tripping on her closely cuffed ankles. She
her knees and hands, and scowled up at Lillian. "You have
to treat us like criminals!" she growled.
By this time Lillian had cuffed Kiera's ankles and was removing
cuffs. "I'm not treating you like criminals, silly,"
then stepped back several feet, close to the closed door.
Kiera peeled the tape from her lips and joined the conversation.
do you call it," she huffed, "kidnapping? 'Cause that's
"Yeah!" Patty agreed. "Kidnapping! You're in big
Lillian laughed. "I'm in trouble? This is so
much fun. It's really going to liven up the office, having
of you around. We should have started an intern program long
Her expression sobered (but a smile still curled her lips)
she folded her arms across her chest. "Chapter
one of the handbook for new employee's is entitled 'Proper
I want you both to disrobe and deposit your clothes in the
The roommates stared in open-mouthed disbelief.
"No way!" Kiera gasped
"Not gonna happen!" Patty agreed.
Lillian reached behind her back and pulled a pistol out from
Kiera gulped, her eyes wide, but Patty snorted in derision.
now you're gonna shoot us?"
"Don't make any suggestions," Kiera whispered nervously.
Lillian laughed again. "So much fun," she
pulled the slide of the pistol, chambering a round. She
aim above the captive's heads, squeezed the trigger, and there
quiet cough. Both coeds flinched, then looked up to find a
of red fluff protruding from one of the ceiling tiles.
"This is a gas gun," Lillian explained, "and its darts will
out for about an hour. If you do as you're told, I'll make
but relatively comfortable; but if you make me plug you, you'll
still wind up naked, uh—excuse me, I mean—in full
with the corporate dress code—only you'll wake up tied up tight,
in very uncomfortable positions."
"But... why?" Kiera demanded.
"She's a pervert," Patty huffed.
Kiera turned and glared at her roommate. "Will
she demanded. "You're pissing her off, and me too!"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to piss anybody off, would I?" Patty hissed
"This is your fault, Red!"
"Ladies!" Lillian interrupted with a chuckle. "As
all this is, back to business. Why naked? You'll be
and humiliated, of course, but more importantly, much less
to try to escape the building." She waved the dart gun and
"So... what's it gonna be? A comfortable chair?
brief nap followed by the rope-enforced yoga lesson from hell?"
The roommates locked eyes and sighed. Seconds ticked by.
Lillian politely cleared her throat.
"We're thinking about it!" Patty barked. She sighed again,
unzipped and peeled off her hoodie.
"It all needs cleaning, anyway," Kiera grumbled, and began
AGAINST the MACHINE
humiliating minutes later, the roommates found themselves seated
in the thinly padded but comfortable chairs. They were now
naked (of course). Their wrists were cuffed together
respective chair backs and secured with plastic cable ties to
at the level of their seats. Also, their ankles were
similarly secured to their right chair supports. The
heavy, with wide bases and low centers of gravity. Kiera
weren't going anywhere.
They weren't going to be lodging any complaints, either.
had plastered long strips of medical tape over their closed
in an "X", then in three overlapping horizontal strips.
her time, positioning each strip with delicate care, and making
they were all smooth and stretched tight.
Lillian had then collected and stuffed their discarded clothing
bag-lined trashcan. She took everything; outerwear,
even their jewelry. The leather-clad brunette then gave
helpless prisoners an infuriating wave, and left the room,
trashcan (and their clothes) with her.
Several minutes of enthusiastic but pointless struggling
by futile attempts to communicate. They tried every
tactic they could think of, but the chairs were heavy and the
ties cunningly placed to prevent them from shifting or sliding
wrists and ankles. The room was uncomfortably hot, and the
sun shining on their naked bodies wasn't helping. Soon,
Kiera's captive forms, tan and toned, freckled and firm, were
Finally, forced to admit defeat (for now), the roommates locked
Kiera turned her head to gaze out the window, and mewed in
followed her gaze, and let out a mournful moan of her own.
trashbag in hand (the trashbag containing their clothing, no
gracefully striding across the parking lot, on a direct bee-line
car. Their leather-clad captor unlocked the door, slid
wheel, and pulled the door closed. Seconds later, the car
out of its slot, and sped away.
The prisoners watched it exit the lot and turn onto the arterial
heading in the general direction of campus. And then it
Patty pulled on her steel and plastic bonds in frustration, screamed
through the tape plastered over her mouth—then sighed.
Seconds passed, then she turned her face to her roommate.
was gazing at her with sad, green eyes. Her mournful
was heartbreaking, and Patty could do nothing to help her
Patty sighed again. Well, she reasoned, it
worse. She winked at Kiera, and to her
rolled her eyes in disgust, then winked back.
The girls settled down to wait... having no other choice.
AGAINST the MACHINE