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He looked around the room, and began feeling the wall that would be up against the closet from this side. He found nothing that seemed like it would help. He started to turn when he again heard her knocking.

Boom. .

This time the knocking was on this side of the wall, and sounded softer. He knew this must be the right area. He began knocking on the wall listening for any hollow sounds. He noticed that the wall sounded much different when he was knocking around the desk area. He grabbed the desk and pulled it out of the way. This revealed three round holes in the wall. The holes were about a foot apart from each other, and a little under waist height.

"Yes, you are getting close now," she began to giggle, "told you the wall had secrets. I hope you are a naughty boy, that's the only way to help me out, " her voice sounded very close to the holes.

Scott bent down and looked into the hole, seeing part of what looked like her arm, and then only darkness.

"No cheating, silly boy," she giggled again, "you know what to do to gain the glory of escape," he could hear her smiling behind the wall.

In fact he did know what he needed to do. Scott had seen many a video online of glory holes, and knew that this is exactly what he was standing in front of. He put his finger into the first hole just to see what would happen, and felt a quick slap. "Ow," he winced pulling back his hand quickly.

"That's not the key to these holes," she said through the wall.

Scott began unbuckling his belt, and then unzipped his jeans and slid them down, revealing just his tight boxer briefs.

"Oh yes, now that looks like a key," he heard her lick her lips.

Scott pulled down his boxer briefs letting his semi-erect cock flop out and meet the cool room air. He got close to the wall and slowly slipped it into the first hole. The air inside the room was much warmer, but he felt nothing other than the warm air. He wiggled his cock around, and made sure to press his body up against the wall to make sure what he needed wasn't further in, but still felt nothing. He pulled his now erect cock out of the hole and placed it into the third hole down. He felt a sharp pain as his cock was slapped. He pulled it out quickly, trying not to scrape the head as he got it out.

"What the hell was that?" Scott asked the wall furiously.

"This isn't instant gratification silly boy. You must follow the proper sequence," the woman on the other side of the wall said, again giggling.

Scott began thinking, and was remembering when Sara had spoke to him in this very room, not that long ago. "Three holes, a combination of three. What did she say to me that had to do with three," Scott felt a gust of air on his aroused cock. He looked down and realized she was blowing on it through the hole.

"Maybe she didn't say it, maybe she just... you know... gave you the answer or something," the woman sounded like she was being playful, right next to the first open hole.

"Gave me something...," Scott began looking for anything that Sara may have given him with any codes on it. He was thinking about returning to the larger room when he looked down. On his shirt he saw the name tag with the digits 362. Scott moved close to the first hole, took a deep breath and inserted his cock into the hole. He pulled himself out halfway and then thrust in again, he repeated this one more time, but with a surprise. On the last thrust he felt a hand grip his shaft.

"Very good, now can you get the rest?" The woman asked again giggling.

Scott pulled himself from the first hole and stepped over, inserting himself into the second hole. This time he gave six thrusts and was met on the sixth by another tug on his shaft. He needed no encouragement to move to the third and final hole. He poked his cock in two times to be met with a quick pump of her hand and the opening of the closet door. Scott stepped out of the hole and began to walk around the corner.

"Very good mister, you have a strong cock on you, good for mystery solving," she said as Scott rounded the corner to meet her.

To his surprise she was not quite what he expected. By her playful voice and attitude Scott expected a younger peppy woman, what he saw was much different. She was in her late thirties it appeared, with jet black hair, light brown eyes, and a ton of mascara. Her body was closer to a younger woman's body. Where Sara had been crammed into her top to make her boobs look big, this woman needed no help. The best Scott could think of were melons. Her boobs were gigantic, and fit nicely into her leather top. It appeared she didn't have the biggest ass in the world, but most eyes probably never quite got that far.

"You better put that away, it will waste all our time if I get a hold of it... he he...," she motioned down at his erect and very visible cock.

"Oh, yes I am sorry about that," Scott's eyes had still not left the sight of her boobs. He noticed the side of her left boob was weirdly shaped, like something was stashed in her top. Scott pulled up his boxer briefs, then his pants, buttoned and zipped them up before coming further into the room with the woman.

"Why were you stuck in that room?" Scott asked, looking over toward where the closet door was now opened.

"I think I was being punished," she sounded scared, as if someone was going to hear her. As she said this Scott began moving closer to the closet. The light from the three holes in the wall gave enough for him to see some of the items in the room.

Hanging from the clothes rack Scott could see what looked like a whip. On the ground appeared to be more leather outfits, and tassels. It seemed like this woman had been held and forced to be submissive.

"What is your name?" Scott asked the girl, still looking through the items in the room.

"Aly," she said, still sounding worried someone was listening.

"Aly is a pretty name. Is there anything you can tell me to help us out of this room?" Scott was hoping that he could get more clues out of just talking to her. As he asked this his attention had left the closet and he began scanning the room again looking for anything that may be of use.

"I am not sure what I can help with, I don't know why I am here," Aly was still standing outside of the room where she had been trapped. At this point Scott was near the opposite wall inspecting the posters on the wall. He looked back to see her head in her hands as if she was sad.

"It's okay, can you help me look around?" He was facing her as he asked, hoping that this will help cheer her up.

"The last time someone was here they stuffed me in that closet for being bad, they gave me no clues to help but said without seeing me you won't be able to get out," Aly looked over at Scott and shrugged her shoulders as if to say she didn't know what that meant.

Scott moved quickly across the room and stood beside of Aly. "I am going to inspect you if that is okay," He began looking at her starting with her feet.

"Yes whatever you need, I want to get out as much as you do," Aly said smiling at Scott.

He looked at her feet, both in tall heeled boots, but nothing out of the ordinary. He inspected both legs up to her waist. He leather shorts were so tight nothing could be hidden here. Then he remembered something he saw earlier. He looked again at her left boob, to the spot that looked like something had been stuffed in beside her large breast.

"Can I touch?" He seemed reluctant to ask, although his cock began to lift just at the thought.

"Yes, anything that will help us out," She nodded her head, signaling that it was okay.

Scott placed his hand on her left breast, he put his hand over the part that he thought was strange and squeezed gently. For one, he was correct about there being an object in there, and second, he was surprised by how squeezable her boobs were. Scott had only seen one other woman with obviously fake breasts and hers felt like rocks. He was jolted from his own head when he heard her voice.

"Any luck?" She was smiling at him.

"Yeah it feels like there a paper or something hidden here on your left breast," he pulled his hand off, realizing he had left it there uncomfortably too long.

"Well I have a lot of space there to hide stuff," she laughed, as she reached to get the item out of her top. She pulled it up and out, but not before her boob slipped out just far enough to release her large pink nipple.

Scott's eyes became large as he inspected her nipple. Just as he had opened his mouth to tell her what had happened she slipped it back in, just as easily as it had slipped out.

"Well are you going to read it?" Aly was holding out the note when Scott finally looked up at her face.

"Of course. You will have to excuse me, I have went through a rough breakup and," he moved his eyes back down as she readjusted her top, "well I haven't seen boobs in a while," Scott finished looking back up to Aly, who was smiling at him as she shrugged her shoulders.

Scott opened the letter, and read it out loud, "A relic of teenagers past, their Angel holds the key," he moved the paper down and looked at Aly. "Does that mean anything to you?" He asked her as she began looking around in the room.

"I can't say I know of anything off hand, what would the relic be?" Aly asked, looking around at the coffee table.

"I'm not sure exactly. Teenagers past. Does that mean they are no longer here, or does that mean that this relic is old? Their Angel is the key," he was trying to put the clues together out loud to see if Aly would respond or make any motions, as he watched her without her knowing.

Having dated a student who wanted to be a writer while he was in college, Scott was used to paying more attention to literary elements than most people. He began to look at the words differently.

"Why would the A be capitalized? This must be referring to something named Angel or that word is part of a name," Scott said aloud.

Without waiting for her response he went searching the room. He knew the walls weren't going to be of any help, so he began looking at the tables by the bed. He saw nothing of interest here. He looked on the table with the nipple lamp and saw nothing there as well.

He made his way back toward the coffee table in the center of the room, and looked to the bookshelf on the wall, the only thing he hadn't really investigated yet. He bent down to see there was a collection of adult magazines in a stack there, along with a few stacks of old DVDs.

"Of course," Scott said as he grabbed the stack and laid them on top of the book case, beginning to look through the magazines.

"You only have 55 minutes left, I don't know if we have time for you to be looking at those naked women," Aly pointed at the clock on the wall that was still ticking down.

"No I'm not looking at them necessarily, I'm looking for something," he was chuckling while he was saying this. "There was a song in the 70's or 80's called Angel in the Centerfold so I'm looking for the centerfold in the magazines," he finished looking through his fourth magazine and grabbed the next one.

"So this song is a relic? Was it really that good?" Aly was sounding confused.

"No, that's not what the clue is referring to. See before the internet, people had these magazines to look at porn. Since they have mostly went obsolete, the magazines are the relic of teenagers past," just as he finished his statement, a key slipped and fell from the magazine.

"A key to a door which has no handle, great," Scott sat back into the oversized chair.

"We must hurry before it happens," Aly sounded alarmed.

"Wait, what? Before what happens, we still have 50 minutes left?" Scott asked now thoroughly confused.

"I'm not exactly sure, at 47 minutes I must return from where I came, you will be on your own," Aly said nervously looking to the clock counting down on the wall.

"That's no biggie, I know the way to get you out," he said now worrying about Aly's state of mind.

"I don't think that will work a second time," she said as Scott ignored her.

Scott, still ignoring Aly walked toward the back of the room. He began to look around the door with no handles on the back left side of the room. He was feeling around the wall when he heard Aly close the door from whence she came. Somewhat perturbed by the situation, he walked over quietly and tried to listen in. All he could hear is what sounded like rummaging in the small room, so he moved his attention back towards the wall.

He began to feel all around what appeared to be a door with no handles, but still had came up with no new leads. He placed his head against the wall to see if he could hear anything on the other side. As his head was pressed to the wall he began to think aloud again. "What if this is just to throw me off, what if this isn't the next clue?" He asked himself. He was trying to think of where else this key would go into when he heard the closet door open and slam against the wall.

He looked over to see that now Aly had a whip in her hand and a collar around her neck that said "master". She was coming towards him quickly smacking the air with her whip. The loud smacking sound was frightening.

"What the fuck?" Scott was stunned by the change of Aly.

"I told you pretty boy, it would happen if we hadn't finished in enough time," Aly snapped the whip in the air next to Scott. "If you want out now you are going to have to listen and follow my instructions," she raked the tassels of the whip again Scott's face, and then smacked his leg with it.

"Ow, damn! Easy now! You mean now that you've changed you can tell me what I need to do to get out?" Scott was ready to get away from this punishing doninatrix character that Aly had become.

"Uh huh," she said as she walked around eyeing Scott up and down. "Here take this, Aly has been a bad girl," she reached the whip out for Scott to take. "Now you need to punish her, do it right and the path shall be revealed," Aly smiled as she turned around and faced the wall.

Scott looked down at the whip in his hand, noticing it's leather wrapping of the handle for extra grip support, and how it snapped back and forth as he moved it. He gave it a quick snap out in the air beside him and was impressed by how well it worked. He looked back over at Aly who was bent over with her legs spread apart, she was tapping her ass with her hand showing him where she wanted to be spanked.

Scott moved closer to her. Scott was thinking about how much he wanted to ram his cock in her from behind and watch as her tits bounced back and forth. He pulled back the whip and gave her a light tap on her right ass cheek.

"That's not going to get anything. You can do better than that big boy," she smacked her cheek again taunting him.

Scott reached back and smacked her again, this time with a loud popping sound. Aly clenched up a little not expecting such a hard hit, but then he heard her giggling. He smacked her other cheek which took her by surprise. She moved up against the wall so that she could support her body.

"Good boy, now you've got the right idea. Give me what I deserve, but you better hurry, time is ticking," both her hands were now placed on the wall above her body.

Scott reached back and smacked her with the whip again, this time a little lighter than before, but followed up with raising the whip up to her neck and playfully rubbing the tassels around her ear.

"Make it more personal," Aly was moaning with desire now, fully engulfed in what was happening.

Scott smacked her other ass cheek while saying, "You like that Aly?" But nothing seemed to change. He tried this again with different sayings as he smacked. When that didn't work he tried smacking her then whispering in her ear. The only thing coming from Aly was moaning at this point.

"More personal, make it more personal," he said aloud thinking of anything that could not his memory.

"Is this what you do to your lady's at home?" Aly asked, tapping her cheek with her hand again.

"I've never had anyone wanting spanked for being bad before," Scott answered.

"Imagine that's me, we are at your house," Aly had turned so that she could see him, but was now turned back toward the wall.

Scott got closer behind her and held her upper back and he used the whip on her again, and again. Aly seemed to enjoy this more, but again nothing new happened. Scott back away to think again.

"Almost got it, more personal," Aly said as she took Scott's hand and gave it a slight kiss.

"Ah," Scott said as he realized what she was hinting at. He tossed the whip on the ground beside them and pulled his hand back and gave her a big slap on her tight ass.

Aly moved towards the wall saying, "oh yes," and moaning.

Scott continued using his left hand to hold her lower back while he spanked her with his right. He felt his cock beginning to get hard again when suddenly the piece of wall Aly was leaning on gave way and she tumbled into a small open hallway.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, lifting her up with her arm.

"Yes we did it, but where are we?" Aly asked.

Scott stepped back and looked, realizing that she had been leaning against the door with no handles as he smacked her. This had led them to a small hallway with nothing but a door, with a lock on the top right corner.

"Maybe this key goes here?" Scott asked, pulling out the key that came from the magazines. He walked forward and twisted the key into the lock, for once his first thought worked. The lock opened, he took it off the door and opened the door to revel another small room.

The room behind the door was smaller, probably a 12x12. It was painted pink and had 4 posters, one on each wall. The room was only slightly lit, with no ceiling light. There was a small twin sized bed in one corner with a chest of drawers next to it. The thing that caught Scott's attention was a small metal computer desk with a laptop on it. On the laptop was a video of a woman and man in the backseat of a taxi. The woman was sucking the mans cock.

Scott looked around the room and realized that Aly was not in here. He figured she was out looking for other ways to get out of this place. As he was approaching one of the posters he heard a "ding" sound and then a voice came across the loud speaker.

"This is your 30 minute warning. Scott you have 30 minutes to escape," the voice then ended. It was strange because Scott didn't recognize that voice, it wasn't Sara from earlier.

He refocused his attention on the room at hand. He looked at the first poster, a young woman with her hair in pigtails being done from behind under her skirt. The video on the computer was now different, it was a man being chained down to a bed with three women teasing him. One was licking his balls, the second was stroking his cock with her hand, and the third was sitting above him as he licked her pussy. "Lucky," Scott said as he moved towards the bed in the room.

The sheets were made neatly, and all the clothing in the drawers was perfectly folded. The sizes would say this is a grown woman.

"Do you know who lived in here Aly?" He asked, now standing on the bed, looking at another poster. This poster looked exactly like the scene of what happened a few minutes ago, a woman with her hands on the wall getting spanked.

Why would they give me clues for something I already figured out? Scott thought to himself. He continued on to the next poster, which as an older woman getting rammed from a young man from behind as well. There looked to be a caption bubble next to the woman like in a comic book.

Scott got closer to the poster and saw it was hand written on paper, "I only like it from behind". Scott was beginning to love this girls sense of humor.

"Shit, I'm an idiot," Scott said out loud and then pressed his head up against the wall under the poster. He saw a slight opening just behind the picture. He lifted up the old woman who only liked it from behind to reveal an envelope hidden behind the poster. Scott moved out to beside the laptop where he could use the light from the screen to see the envelope. There was nothing written on the outside, so Scott proceeded to open the package. Inside he found a note.