Self Boiled Frog

Though it was only the beginning of a summer break, the whole week had a great chance to win "the best week of the year" competition. Who knows, maybe even the best one in her life!

It started with Hannah's eighteenth birthday the previous weekend. The party was wild, followed by the present from her parents - the newest and most expensive, beloved iPhone. Next, on Monday she received a call from one of the companies where she applied for a temp in the HR department where she wanted to gain experience. Moreover, it was a game development company, mostly with guys in their twenties.

"Hot!" she thought. They wanted her to start on Wednesday.

Her first day there began nervously as she felt a great responsibility and wanted to make a good impression on her new co-workers. She relaxed a bit later when she got her first assignment. It turned out to be interesting - finding the best escape room for a team-building event. Not a very original idea but the task seemed entertaining and fairly easy.

First, she did some research online, read some opinions and narrowed the places to five she wanted to check personally. Her superior was pleased with her engagement and even gave Hannah permission to test her picks at the company's expense if she wanted, but she finally took advantage of the offer only in one case and only because of the little information she found about it.

The place was called "Extreme Room" and looked very mysterious - minimal info, no photos and only a contact form for communication. Nevertheless, the venue had solid, yet intriguing reviews and "extreme" could be the perfect fit for gaming enthusiasts who saw or experienced almost everything. She wanted to give the place a chance, so she made a reservation choosing "one person challenge" for the end of the next workday. As a confirmation, she received a PIN code for the entrance.

"Weird," she thought, "but extreme experiences can be weird, right?"

The next day she visited the other four venues with mixed results. The offers were interesting but on the other hand, there was nothing special. After lunch, she reported to work that she would not be able to return to the office and would check the last business and go home from there.

When she finally was standing in front of a big steel door marked with the scratched "Extreme Room" words she had second thoughts. Finding it wasn't easy so she was a bit late. The place was in the middle of nowhere or, to be more accurate, in the middle of an old, deserted industrial zone on the outskirts of the city.

"Well, let's hope it's worth it," she commented to herself faintly. She entered the code on the keypad. The electronic lock snapped open. Everything seemed to be automated: online reservation, email confirmation and the door. There was no one to talk to even inside and she found further guidance only in writing.

As instructed, she left all her belongings, including her new phone, in a locker and walked through the only door that was opened. The room she entered resembled a prison cell or interrogation room with a quite tall ceiling. She was surprised the space was so empty. Hannah was surrounded by grungy concrete without any windows. The depressing atmosphere was complemented by flickering fluorescent lamps above her. As she was examining the space, she heard the door locking behind her.

She turned around in panic to notice two things: the door had no handle and there was a big red button with a sign: "Push anytime to stop the challenge and exit." The challenge apparently had begun.

She started to look around and realized that there was little to interact with. There was a big mirror on one of the walls and a small sink on another. When she came closer to it she heard a silent, constant hiss. A few seconds later she saw a thick smoke coming out of a narrow gap under the small door hidden beneath the basin. Hannah began to cough as the gas irritated her throat. She realized she had to act quickly. The visibility was dropping and the air was becoming unbreathable. The crack wasn't wide enough to grab the door or even slide a finger in but it was sufficient for the mist to penetrate it and scatter fast. Hannah nervously looked around but her restless eyes could not find anything to seal the hole. She checked the sink but it was empty. However, she noticed something scratched on the wall above it. The inscription read:

"Smoke prevents you, you prevent cloth and cloth prevents..."

Hannah unconsciously finished out loud: "...smoke! But what cloth! There's no cloth!" She turned around to check the exit location and considered giving up. The button was hardly visible through the thickening fog.

"Maybe the room wasn't completely prepared and they forgot about a piece of fabric or a rag," doubts arose in her mind. There was something else that bothered her - the meaning of the "you prevent cloth" part. Ridiculous.

She looked down on her favorite summer dress. The only fabric in the room was covering her body. She wished that she had more clothes on but there was no time to linger. The big red switch was summoning her from across the room but Hannah was no quitter. The dress dropped to the ground without much hesitation. She quickly covered the gap kneeling only in her lace strapless bra, matching thongs and platform heels.

"Great choice for showing off in the office. Not so brilliant now," she concluded.

Apparently, this makeshift sealing wasn't working too well. The smoke was still slowly coming through. Hannah read the text from the wall again but she found no more clues. The situation didn't look good. Then she recalled seeing a movie about a fire in a building and the characters who used wet towels under the doors to stop it. She hit her forehead with her palm three times saying:

"And I'm standing in front of a sink, duh!"

Before she realized her mistake, Hannah opened the tap and the whole dress lying in the sink was covered in a brown, muddy liquid. Not only did she have nothing dry to wear for later but the dress was permanently ruined. She just stood there for a couple of seconds with wet eyes waiting for a miracle. It was far too late. The corpse of the dress was resting at the bottom of the bowl, surrounded by the distant cousin of water. The only thing it was good for was a smoke barrier and this role seemed perfect for it.

There had to be some ventilation system because Hannah didn't have to wait long to clearly see the whole room again. Unfortunately she hadn't come any closer to solving the escape challenge despite losing her clothes. She only managed not to push the red button and give up. Hannah was depressed and cold. Her body was covered in goosebumps and she wondered if this still qualified as "fun".

Nevertheless, she decided to stay in the game and try to solve the puzzle. She returned to examining the room - top to bottom. Beside industrial lamps protected by steel covers, she noticed video cameras in every corner of the ceiling. Was there someone watching her? Were her struggles recorded? Probably for security but standing only in underwear and heels, she felt like a victim of kidnapping from one of her wet dreams.

She had to reprimand herself to stay focused on the task. The last interesting thing above her, something she had overlooked earlier, was a chain hanging from the small hole in the center of the ceiling. She decided not to touch anything yet. She started to walk around to check all the walls. Besides previous discoveries, she found two small wires sticking out of holes in two opposing walls perpendicular to the one with the mirror. Finally, she spotted two strange metal panels on the floor.

"Not as bad a set of things to interact with as I thought at first," she acknowledged with satisfaction.

It was time to examine each item individually. Floor plates were firmly attached to the concrete. They were made of some polished metal and were the size of small pizza boxes. They were located near the center of the room and were approximately 3 feet away from each other. Hannah didn't spend much time on them as she found nothing interesting.

The mirror looked intriguing. She tried to verify if it was for surveillance but couldn't decide one way or another. Hitting it with a fist also proved unproductive. The two doors weren't interesting either, as both: the exit and the small one under the sink, were closed and locked.

The exit button was still not an option so Hannah went back to the center of the room to check the chain hanging from the top. She could easily reach it with her hands. The other end of the chain disappeared into a hole in the ceiling, suggesting it could be moved. She tried to pull it but nothing happened. It wouldn't move an inch. Desperate to get any result, she grabbed it with both hands and lifted her feet off the ground for a couple of seconds. It still wouldn't give and apparently was permanently connected inside the ceiling hole. While hanging on it, Hannah slowly turned around to finally face the mirror. She spotted something underneath its surface. Some kind of glowing light bulb which went out as soon as she landed on the floor to inspect it closer. When she touched the chain the bulb lit up again.

"Yay!" cheered Hannah on her progress. For the next few minutes, she was running between the items in the room, touching everything and checking if they also activated the light. In no time, she figured out that there were five triggers in total: the two floor plates, both wires sticking out of the walls and the ceiling chain. Each of them had a separate light indicator. She was even able to get three of them on at the same time by standing with widely spread legs on both metal panels and reaching the chain above her. The device had to operate based on electrical conductivity as Hannah figured it out she had to be barefoot for the floor switches to work.

The next stage was obvious. She had to get all 5 lights on. She walked to one of the wires sticking out of the wall. It could be pulled out and, to Hannah's surprise, quite far. However, the further she dragged it the harder it got. She also had to firmly hold it all the time because it was on some kind of spring pulling it back behind the wall. It behaved like a vacuum retractable power cord but a broken one because it couldn't be stopped. Holding one wire she went across the room to get the other one. Thanks to the loop on the end of the wire the task was a bit easier.

Unfortunately, the cord she already had on her wrist stopped her a few feet away from the opposite wall. She managed to grab the other one but couldn't pull it out. It took her a while to understand that both wires were somehow synchronized. Each of them could be extracted individually almost to the opposite side of the room but this length was also the maximal for both cords together. Knowing this, Hannah was able to return to the center of the room by loosening one line which allowed her to draw the second one. When she finally got to the center of the room she was able to turn on four lights, but to her despair, not all five.

She was hopelessly standing there with arms and legs spread and her eyes fixed on the chain above her head as if she was praying for it to lengthen. Her mind went blank. She tried everything: tying the wires together, standing on them, even stretching them. There was no way to have a free hand to grab the chain. She needed something to extend it to reach her body and it probably had to be a conductor.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror in front of her. Her hair wasn't long enough and the platform shoes couldn't help either. The wet dress would be perfect but apparently, it had to stay where it was because Hannah still saw wisps of smoke coming through the small door. There was one solution, the only one she came up with so as not to give up. Hannah looked at the surveillance cameras, the mirror and the exit button. The decision wasn't easy but she had come too far to back out. The curiosity of what awaited her next won out over the shame. She took off her bra and walked toward the sink.

She thought that if she waited long enough, she would get clear water coming out of the faucet. Vain hopes. The white bra had to be ruined too. She returned to the chain holding the brownish, soaked piece of her underwear and put one end of it through the last link. The rest of the procedure was already well known to her: getting the wires from the side walls and standing barefoot on the cold steel squares.

When she finally got to the position, the filthy, wet bra bounced around her head. Soon her face and hair were covered in muddy liquid too. In front of her, in the mirror, she saw a hopeless version of herself. Naked, dirty with pitifully spread limbs. Worse, she couldn't get the fifth light stable. It was blinking to the rhythm of the swinging underwear. Disgusted and irritated she grabbed the loose ends of the bra in her mouth. She felt degraded but certain. Not only was she able to get all the lights on but also some digital timer appeared below them. It was showing "20:00".

Despite the nasty situation, Hannah was content. She smiled and felt tingles all over her body as the clock behind the mirror began the count down. Twenty minutes. She understood she needed to maintain her position for this time to proceed. Suddenly she noticed two disturbing things. First was the slow but constant dragging force on the wires in her hands and on the chain pulling her bra up. Second, the excitement wasn't the source of the tingles she was feeling. It was electricity from all the metal stuff connected to her body. A brief moment later everything stopped. No counter. No progress. The bra clasp slipped out of the chain and one bulb went out.

Hannah knew she needed a stronger connection. The fastened bra was too short. Even if she tied one end to the chain, she probably wouldn't be able to hold the textile in her teeth for 20 minutes. It did not matter to her why she dropped down the last piece of clothing she was wearing. Maybe she was so focused on completing the goal or maybe the whole situation aroused her more than she expected. What was important was that she did it without any hesitation and dipped her panties in the sink. Completely naked, she connected her bra and panties to the chain so they swung in front of her head. It took a bit of training to learn how to slip the head through her wet thongs without the help of hands but soon she was ready to face the "5 bulb challenge" again with her wet panties around her neck.

Hannah slipped on her favorite heels again to elevate her position while putting her head through the loop. When her underwear settled around her neck she dropped the shoes and spread her bare feet to reach the cold metal panels. She observed the counter on the mirror with her hands firmly holding the two wires. Each minute seemed like an hour. As time passed, the electric current was increasing and the wires were trying to tear her apart. She almost made it to halftime but her left hand grip failed. Hannah then understood the purpose of the loops at the end of each wire. Without them, it was impossible to endure long enough, and at that moment she wanted that more than anything else.

"Third Time's a Charm," she thought when the clock showed up again. This time the wire loops tightened around her wrists. Nothing was going to ruin this attempt. Seconds were slowly passing again. She watched the reflection. Was it really her? She couldn't believe her eyes but it was too late to back out. The mirror was showing an innocent-looking, a bit intimidated girl, yet wet from playing her secret fantasy. Her body was naked and filthy. Shamelessly positioned, spread and bound but at the same time, ashamed of herself. She wondered for a minute if there was another, obvious solution to this escape challenge. Maybe she subconsciously used this adventure to follow her dream. The idea froze her but only for a moment.

She was voluntarily and inventively tied and disgraced. Tiptoeing not to strangulate but to continue the torture at all costs. Hardly gasping for air with her face turning red. The whole time watching her grotesque body in the mirror. Shivering from electric shocks. Horny from the view and sensations. Exposed to whatever audience there could be behind the mirror or watching the CCTV. Pushed over the edge by this possibility. Convulsing from the powerful orgasms she hasn't experienced yet. Groaning and pissing like an animal. Hannah stared at her own blank eyes. The objectified body. Reduced to a conductor, a piece of the puzzle to solve the riddle. Abandoned marionette hanging on the strings. A forgotten toy. A piece of trash. A dream to come true. Maybe the happiest moment in her life so far.

Hannah awoke lying on the floor. She didn't recall how or when she unhooked herself and fell. She also didn't remember if the timer hit zero. The exhaustion was overwhelming and she could hardly move her limbs. While looking around, she noticed the small door ajar under the sink. There was no smoke, only darkness inside. Her face lit up and with a twinkle in her eye, she slowly walked on all fours to the passage. It was far from a victorious march but she had no strength for anything more. Her position also matched the door size which she could hardly fit through. Her eyes needed time to adjust.

The niche she entered turned out to be a metal cage surrounded by obscurity. Inside she found a pet drinker, a full dog bowl and a pet bed. Each of these objects had a note accordingly: "Thirsty?", "Eat everything for reward," and "Relax as long as you want". Dehydrated, hungry and tired - her every need could be fulfilled. Soon she began drinking greedily by pushing the little metal ball with her tongue at the end of a small pipe she had to suck. Next, she stuck her face in the bowl. After what she went through the last things that worried her were messy hair and dirty face. She licked the dish clean to discover the inscription on the bottom: "Good pet! Reward awaits you in the email!" Hannah welcomed the message with a grin. Finally, she curled up in a small bed and fell asleep. Like a pet.

After waking up she only put on the rag which once upon a time was her dress and her shoes. She took the rest of her stuff and walked outside to realize it was the middle of the night. First, she had to calm and appease anxious parents who left her many worrying messages. Then she had to get home. There was no point in calling a cab in that state. No one would let a smelly, dirty tramp like her in a car. Hannah only hoped nobody would take advantage of the trash she'd become on her long way back home.

The next morning, still lying in her bed, she opened the email from the "Extreme Room" venue on her new phone. There was a 50% discount code for another extreme escape challenge and a link entitled: "Memoirs immortalized." The following page contained full photo and video coverage of her adventure from the day before. As she browsed through the material she realized that there were more cameras than she was aware of. Not only behind the mirror but even inside the cage in the end. To her surprise, Hannah didn't feel any embarrassment or anxiety about the pictures. On the contrary - her hand unknowingly slipped between her thighs to find her lower lips dripping and hungry for more. The memory awoke her kink. She reached for an iPhone's charging cable. She tied it around her neck and pulled it with a hand behind her back, while the other one rubbed her wet cunt. The orgasm came fast and loud. As her breathing was slowly calming down she thought that next time she would also have to gag herself not to alarm her parents. She also decided to recommend one of the other escape rooms for the company team-building event. Nevertheless, she was desperate to further explore "extreme" experiences by herself.