The Cellar -
Breach Team Alpha was the name given to the FBI's elite entry team. The team consisted of Lt. Mike Sanders, a tough but fair leader who would always go to bat for his men to keep them safe. Sgt. Terry Kowalski, who is medium build and slender. He would be the one to get in and out of tight spaces when heeded. Agent Frank "Rags" Ragialli is the door kicker of the group. A large muscular man who could bend steel bars with his hands. Not that there was a lot of call for it. Finally, Agent Lawrence Peabody. Average build and the ultimate team guy who would give you the shirt off his back. The four men entered the cellar of the building in a staggered tactical column making sure keep one another safe. Kowalski would take point, followed by Peabody, Sanders then Ragialli bringing up the end and having the responsibility of rear security.
As Kowalski entered the cellar door, he was hit in the face by a pink powder. Shocked at being hit in the face he breathed in instinctively and began to cough immediately. He fell backwards in shock and for a moment felt lightheaded. Sanders rushed to his aid, but Kowalski was already beginning to stand back up. Shaking his head, like he was trying to get the cobwebs out.
"You OK Terry?"
"Yeah boss." Kowalski said, wiping the powder off his face. "Just got surprised is all."
His vision returned to normal, and he began to go into the darkness. Because the cellar was so dimly lit, they would have to rely on the flashlights attached to the barrels of their MP5 submachine guns. They noticed a maze of corridors that seemed to split in many different directions, and that the walls were covered in fur. Black fox fur to be exact, and it seemed to be emitting the scent of perfume. Something warm and inviting. As the entered the maze, they heard the panel that they entered through close and lock from behind. They only had one way out now.
"Well, that can't be good." Peabody quipped. The men moved on.
Maxine put her feet up on her desk, leaned back and picked up the tablet she used to control her security system and swiped for it to open. A map of The Cellar soon appeared. This was one of her favorite area's that she had created. It was split off into four quadrants. Each of which holding a different area for her wealthy patrons. The best part was, that the whole cellar was versatile, and she could host different events in each area. Currently, the first area was currently occupied by The Sisters of Pleasure, her BDSM girls who disciplined wealthy businessmen who were in need of punishment. The second area they would enter would be full of girls with enormous breasts which she had on good authority that one of the men there had quite the fetish for. The third area was full girls with a little something extra. The fourth was an area that could be used for multiple purposes.
Maxine's plan was to have 1 member of this unit trapped in each quadrant, based off of some information that she had on each of them. Which consisted of 5 years of internet searches of 3 of the 4 members of the squad, provided to her by a mole she had currently in the FBI. The final area was for the team leader, who did not seem to have much use for the internet, but Maxine was able to get a psychiatric profile on him that she believed would prove useful.
For the moment the team decided to stay together since they knew the general direction they were headed and there is safety in numbers. They had gone about 50 yards in the twisting maze when the fur changed from fox to chinchilla. Almost as if they had reached a different sector of the maze. The first three men continued down the long corridor. Agent Ragialli stopped as he heard something behind them to make sure they were not being followed.
Maxine took the opportunity to turn one of the walls in the maze using her tablet. With a swipe of her finger, a panel flipped, and the long corridor became a right turn, and the first member of the unit had been separated.
When he turned the corner to reunite with the group. Rags saw just another black fox fur wall and turned right to continue in the maze to try and catch up to the others.
"Hey Kowalski, hold up." Rags keyed into his mic as he raced down the hallway. "I need to catch up to you all here." There was no response.
"Kowalski?" Static
"Peabody?" Nothing
"Mic Check" Silence.
Rags stopped to get his bearings and check his equipment.
"Did your friends leave you?" A woman's voice spoke from the darkness.
"Who said that?" Frank turned around and saw her. She was tall and beautiful with fire red hair. She wore thigh high black leather boots and gloves, black leather corset and a long black fox fur coat. He stood there, dumbfounded as the beautiful woman slowly strutted over to him.
"And who might you be?" Rigalli asked.
"I am one of the women that you are soon going to be calling Mistress." With that he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. Immediately he felt disoriented and stumbled backwards from her, falling into the fur walls. He turned to look and saw another woman with a syringe.
"What's the matter pet? Feel a little dizzy?" The woman asked. His eyes had trouble focusing but stepping to him was a beautiful blonde dressed similar to the red head. She walked up to the agent and brought her hand to his face to let the fur caress his cheek and neck. She unclasped his helmet and removed it. He tried to raise his MP5 to back her off, but it felt so heavy that he could not lift it.
"Back off, hands in the air." Frank said meekly, slurring his speech.
"Hands darling, you look at a body like this and you want to see my hands?" She took a step back and lowered her bra showing off her perfect breasts. "Wouldn't you rather see these instead?"
Frank was immediately transfixed on her chest as the red head came to the other side of him and removed his gun, side arm and body armor. Followed by his shirt, shoes and remainder of his clothing. As he stood naked, the red head finally walked of and put a fox fur collar around his neck and latched it shut.
"I love when they can't even put up a fight." A voice came out of the darkness as a tall dark-haired woman came into the corridor. "Bring him to the rack."
Each woman wrapped an arm around the man and walked him down a hall to an opening in the maze. In the middle was a cage, a bondage X and a bed covered in black furs. The walls in the room were lined with racks that had all sorts of BDSM tools. Paddles, riding crops, gags and restraints.
Rigalli came to his senses just as he heard the last restraint close on his wrist.
"Look ladies, you are making a big mistake here." he said quietly while trying to show strength.
"What is your name pet and who do you belong to?" The read head spoke up.
"Agent Frank Rigalli, FBI." SMACK Rigalli felt a sharp pain in his bottom with the answer.
"Wrong, your name is Slave, and you belong to the Sisters of Pleasure, and Mistress Maxine Demerov now.
"The hell I do." CRACK he felt another sharp pain but this time on the other cheek. He craned his head to the left and right just enough to see a brunette and a blonde on either side of him. The Brunette with a riding crop and the blonde with a leather paddle.
"Is that what you think pet? Well then, we will just have to show you that you are mistaken. No worry, we have all the time we need." She got close to his face and whispered. "It's OK pet, we both know that you will enjoy this." With that she nodded, and the women went to work. SMACK, CRACK, SMACK, CRACK they took turns striking him.
