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Dropping her bag she rubbed her hands together in anticipation with a sly smile crossing
her face.  Opening her bag she pulled out a small set of screwdrivers and a voltmeter. 
Setting those aside she pulled out a small fingerprint kit next and opened it dusting the
keypads.  Her smile turned into a frown when she didn’t get and prints.  Whoever was in
the Jaguar was obviously thorough when it came to the security in this room. 
 
With a shrug Carla said to herself, “Hardly enough to stop me,” then picked up the set of
screwdrivers and carefully removed the cover from the keypad.  Popping it off Carla looked
at the circuitry inside searching it until she found what she was looking for.  Grabbing
the voltmeter she tested a number of circuits to make sure there were no hidden traps
built into the circuitry and when she thought it was safe she clipped the two leads she
had located and hooked them to a code breaker.  With a press of the button the small
device went to work and quickly found the proper code.  A click told her the magnetic lock
was disengaged.  She quickly put her stuff back in the bag, grabbed it and pulled the door
open noting it was heavier than she had expected.  With almost a skip in her step as her
mind imagined what goodies she’d find inside she entered the room.  Just for safety she
scanned the ground in front of her looking for any tripwires as she entered.  As she
entered the room and looked up she stopped dead in her tracks completely stunned. 
 
Tied to a chair about ten feet into the room was a woman tied to a chair.  This would
have been enough to surprise Carla since it was certainly the last thing she had expected
to see.  The unexpected sight was the most bizarre and surreal the petite thief had ever
experienced.  The woman was completely naked save for a black leather hood that completely
covered her face. What looked like a tube was forced into the woman’s mouth forcing it
wide open.  Her arms were secured behind the back of the chair which itself was leaned
back about 45 degrees.  Ropes tied just below her knees and attached to a pair of arms
that extended to either side of the chair back pulled her legs up towards her impressive
breasts and out at an intensely uncomfortable looking angle.  Her ankles were tied to her
thighs with another set of ropes.  The position left her shaved pussy on display.  A
puddle on the floor in front of the bound woman told Carla that she had been there for
some time.

A click behind suddenly shook Carla out of her dazed shock at the sight.  Turning, she
saw the door had closed behind her.
  
“Shit!” she muttered as she ran up to it.  Grabbing the handle she pulled but the door
didn’t budge.  Looking around she saw what looked like a retinal scanner next to the
door.

“Fuck!” she yelled.  There was nothing about this on anything she had been able to find
and she did not have the tools to override it.  Looking she saw that there wasn’t even any
way of getting to the circuitry beneath it.  Her heart racing now she walked past the
naked woman and out into the room.  Looking around she grew more terrified.  The room was
outfitted like some kinky underground sex club.  Several cages were set along one wall and
a variety of bizarre looking furniture as well as a bed.  The ceiling was high and in a
number of places chains hung down with leather cuffs attached to them.  All this and more
was in evidence but she could not find any potential path out.  The only vents were
located high on the ceiling with nothing that would allow her to climb to them.

Turning back to the bound woman she cautiously approached her wondering if she were here
voluntarily or not.  Seeing the laces on the hood she untied the hood and pulled it off
her head.  Blond hair spilled out that had been completely contained within the hood. 
Carla could only imagine that it had to have been hot and the flushed face of the woman
confirmed it.
  
“Water…”, the woman croaked.

Carla looked around and saw a sink.  She saw a small paper cup dispenser near it and ran
over to get the woman water.  Bringing it back she tilted it so the woman could drink.

“What is this place?” Carla asked as the woman drank.

“Hell,” the woman answered as she drank down the water.  “More please.”

Looking at the bindings Carla said, “Let me untie you first so we can get out of here.”

“No!” the woman nearly shouted.  “If I’m not in this chair he’ll beat me. God knows what
is going to happen to you when he finds you’re here.”

“I have no intentions of being here.  I broke in and I’ll break out.  Why are you like
this?”

“When he gets back he wanted me ready to fuck.  You won’t get out.  No one gets out.”