"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.
