Wait till everyone's gone and free yourself

From Create Your Own Story

Status: Naked and In Luxury

You wait a few minutes. You hear footsteps heading away, a door close, and then silence.

You gradually work your way free, and drop into the oil pit. Yech! The oil may have broken your fall, but now your whole body is coated in it. To make matters worse, the slick oil prevents you from getting a grip on the sides of the pit. How are you supposed to get out?

You ponder this for about half an hour. A rope suddenly appears in front of you. You turn around to see a man in an expensive-looking suit dangling it. "I was just checking to make sure those bums weren't staying late and trying to nick some of the tools," he explains. "Didn't expect to see you, babe."

You grab the rope and he hauls you out of the pit. Three more men appear behind him. "We'd better get her cleaned up," the man in the suit says. One of the other men raises a vaccination gun and fires a small syringe full of something into your shoulder. You fall unconscious within seconds.

When you awaken, your body has been bathed and anointed with herbal oils. You distinctly detect the smell of jasmine. You're in an enormous room, about 20 times the size of your apartment. A padded collar is around your neck, with a strong, slim carbon-fiber wire of several hundred feet in length attached to it. The other end is attached to a solid steel ring in the wall.

The very comfortable bed you're lying on could easily sleep 50. To your left, the entire wall is lined with bookshelves, with more books than in most libraries. In front of you, a giant TV set and a mess of electronic devices -- VCR, DVD player -- video game systems -- are on a huge table. A video library of a few thousand movies and TV shows is in a large case near the TV set. An equally large collection of video games in in separate case. To your right is a well-stocked kitchen area and a door leading to a ridiculously luxurious bathroom. The shower can hold a few dozen people and has multiple heads pointing from every direction.

The man who had been in the suit walks in through a door near the bed. He's as naked as you. "I am Giovanni Gallo," he says. "Welcome to your quarters, young lady. If you do not wish to cook for yourself, my excellent kitchen staff will prepare anything you wish." He gestures to a green button. "That is the intercom. Press it and state your wishes. I have taken the liberty of sending some of my men to bring your belongings from your former residence. Except for your clothes. You will never need them here."

He pauses. "They should be back in a couple of hours. In the meantime, would you like me to pleasure your body, or would you prefer to consume a meal first?"

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