The poor girl cried out and struggled, but that only caused her to jerk mildly in the air and begin a slow rotation that she couldn't stop. Elias, as usual, was impressed by his own ingenuity. It was amazing what two three-foot spreader bars, some cuffs and locks, and a few feet of nylon straps could create.
What was this one's name? Elias chuckled to himself. In the excitement of luring his latest pet away from the city's vain Halloween parties and into his private playroom, he'd already forgotten. Their names didn't matter. Their names weren't what he remembered about them. He remembered their looks of terror as he stood over their helpless bodies. Their futile struggles as they resisted the creative bondage he placed them in. Their pleas and screams when he had his way with them—slowly and repeatedly. None had escaped, at least in the real world, though each had been released eventually as she lost her last coveted hold on the living world... at any rate, her name didn't matter in the slightest. But her cries: those were interesting, if muffled.
This one hung in the middle of the room, upside down and suspended in heavy ankle cuffs designed for the purpose. Her legs and wrists were both cuffed tightly and connected to the ends of the spreader bars, leaving her in a kind of inverted spread-eagle position. Thick nylon straps connected to each end of the spreader bar on her ankles and joined near the ceiling in a large triangle before connecting to a metal hook that swiveled. Another strap connected simply to the middle of her arms' spreader bar and attached it to another hook on the floor. Elias didn't risk her being able to lift herself up at the waist.
The uncontrolled turn continued, her strict "X" of a body putting on a helpless display for him. Her figure was lean and taut, and quite enviable. Once he'd subdued her, he'd relieved her of the clothing she'd never need again. Her quaint "Little Red Riding Hood" costume lay in a heap in the corner. She might have dressed differently had she known the big bad wolf was real.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Elias asked idly as he stabilized his charge and turned her to face him. The girl wailed pathetically and shook her body, rattling the spreader bars a little. She wanted desperately to say more, but Elias had sealed her head into a stiff leather hood that left her blind and quite mute. She'd adamantly protested having so much rubber shoved into her mouth yet...well, here she was. Her mind burned with images of all the restraints and toys she'd seen before the hood.
She felt sticky objects being pressed against her upper thighs on either side of her genitals, then more of them on each breast. Elias then took the leads on his TENS unit and attached them to each pad on the girl's body. He flipped the switch briefly and watched with delight as the girl cried out from the shocks coursing through her body. She tried desperately to recoil from Elias' wrath but she was bound too tightly. It didn't help that Elias' unit had been personalized with a car battery.
Elias didn't make her suffer just yet, and turned the unit off quickly. She instantly began trying to plead with him. Her answer was the uncomfortable feeling of a phallus being pressed into her pussy. Elias wondered whether she might be able to work it back out of her before he returned. For now, though, it only lead to more pleading.
"Oh no, dear," he knelt down and whispered into her hooded ear. "This is just the beginning of our time together. No one saw you leave the club and no one knows where we are, I guarantee it."
He raised his voice to drown out her sobbing. "But tonight is the most special night of the year, and we won't be celebrating alone. I'm going to go find you a playmate."
With that, Elias set the TENS unit to shock at random intensities and at random times, then hung it from the bar at the girl's feet. He gave her a festive push that set her rotating again and disappeared out the door. His soundproofing did the trick and as soon as the door shut behind him, the muffled cries of his victim faded away. He padlocked the door.
***
Halloween was indeed a special time, and not just for Elias. It was a night when the city's underlying hubris reared its head, secure in the belief that the donning of a mask or plastic cat ears absolved everyone from their wrongdoing. Not that Elias moralized. He was a monster who had seen his true reflection and smiled at the mirror. Halloween just made it easier for the real monsters to roam about. Elias passed a subway station. About an hour ago he'd tossed the girl's purse into a train just as the doors closed. Her phone and wallet would be swallowed up by the greed of the city's miscreants or, at worst, ride all around the city for hours. No one who tracked it would have any idea where she presumably lost it when she got off.
Elias didn't need to head downtown to find gluttonous crowds of costume-clad Halloween disciples. Wearing a tuxedo and holding an orange-tipped toy pistol, Elias became just another James Bond and blended in seamlessly with the crowds. Besides avoiding the bar where he'd found his latest conquest, Elias wandered a couple blocks before finding a club that piqued his interest. He'd never seen this one before. It must be new.
Bathed in red neon and smoke machines, this club seemed more crowded than all the rest. Elias knew from experience that crowded clubs were all the easier to get lost in. Slipping the bouncer a couple bills, he ventured inside. He was dazzled by walls covered in red and yellow LEDs that mimicked fire, and a very full dance floor. Elias prowled along its edges, looking for a loner he could pick off from the herd.
Then he saw her. She was perfection in a police officer's costume, sitting alone and cross-legged at a round booth, both arms up on the back rests. Elias walked over. This woman was busty and eager to show it. Her police button-down was buttoned down enough reveal a lacy black bra. Her skirt was too short to hide the tops of her fishnets, which themselves disappeared into heeled thigh boots. When she noticed him and turned, Elias gazed at his own reflection in her aviators.
Elias searched for the right words to introduce himself, but the woman went first.
"Hey, there, Mr. Bond," she said over the din of the music, "where's your martini?"
Elias raised his toy gun and put on his best Connery. "Can't drink on the job, miss."
"Can't save the world on an empty stomach either. Sit with me."
Elias smiled. This woman was perfect and she was even making it easy.
"Thanks, but aren't you meeting someone?" He gestured to the 'Reserved' sign sitting on the table beside a lone candle.
"I can make time for you," the cop smirked, "...Mr. Bond."
Elias sat. Officer Perfect held out her hand for him.
"Hello, James. I'm Victoria," she said with charm.
"A pleasure," Elias dropped his bad accent. No need to give his real name yet. That usually happened after it was too late. Elias deflected, "I think you might be mixing costumes, Miss Victoria."
He gestured to Victoria's head. Just below her officer's cap, red plastic devil's horns sat atop her dark hair. "Oh those!" Victoria said playfully, "those are just part of the uniform."
"How so?"
"I'm not one of the good cops," Victoria joked. Elias laughed. The din of the club seemed lessened talking to her.
A gaggle of zombies walked by, catching their eye. Victoria nodded to them and asked, "so what does James Bond do in the world of the living?"
"I do maintenance for an office building a few blocks away," Elias wasn't usually so forthcoming, but Victoria was simply breathtaking. From her figure to her defiant grin, she was everything he'd ever want in a pet. He might just have to change his methods. He could keep this one forever. He finished, "not very glamorous, I know."
The song changed in the club and the lights dimmed slightly. A server brought over a couple of drinks (a martini for Elias, of course). Her ruby lips parted.
"No! I think that's interesting!" she said flirtatiously. "I always love people who get to experience the hidden undersides of society. Where the wheels turn and keep everything moving and where the dirt gets swept."
Elias was barely listening. This girl could make even a conversation about dirt sexy. His eyes traversed Victoria's luscious body. She was flexible, he could tell. She could withstand his strictest positions for sure. Once she was his, nothing else would matter. He might never let the ring gag out from behind those lips...
Victoria parted her legs and crossed them again quickly. Elias was enamored. The rest of the club was just white noise now. His eyes traveled up her body, to her hair and the brown horns parting it.
"I actually kind of feel sorry for people like you," Victoria continued, "because people like to pretend they can get along without paying attention to you. Like you're not even there. I bet no one ever talks to you where you work."
Elias chuckled. "Hardly ever. There are parts of the basement that no one's visited in decades. Except me, of course."
